Exit Heracles by Eisodos A and the Serving-man into the palace. Re-enter Admetus, Chorus, and funeral procession.
Admetus
Oh, how hateful the approach, how hateful the sight of this bereaved house. Ah, woe is me! Where shall I go, where stay? What shall I say, what conceal? I wish I could die!
[865]
It was to an ill fate that my mother bore me. I envy the dead, I long for their state, I yearn to dwell in those halls below. For I take no joy in looking on the light or in walking about on the earth.
[870]
Such is the hostage Death took from me and handed over to Hades.
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Euripides. Euripides, with an English translation by David Kovacs. Cambridge. Harvard University Press. 1994.
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