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Alas! <Ah, alas!> O son of Pheres, what has your fortune become now that you are bereft of your wife! Semi-Chorus A
Oh, this calls for death by the sword and is more than enough to put one's neck in a noose hung high. Semi-Chorus B
 Yes, for your wife, not dear but dearest, you will this day see dead. Enter Alcestis from the palace, supported by servants, and Admetus.
Look, look! Here she comes out of the house, and her husband with her. Semi-Chorus B
Cry aloud, O land of Pherae,  weep for the noblest of all wives wasting away to Hades with fatal sickness!