ALKESTIS in «Alkestis»

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    Act II 

    Alkestis, Admetos and the Chorus.

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    ALKESTIS:
    Thou seest, Admetus, what to me the Fates
    Assign; yet, ere I die, I wish to tell thee
    What lies most near my heart. I honoured the;
    And in exchange for thine my forfeit life
    Devoted; now I die for the; though free
    Not to have died, but from Thessalia's chiefs
    Preferring whom I pleased in royal state
    To have lived happy here: I had no will
    To live bereft of thee with these poor orphans;
    I die without reluctance, though the gifts
    Of youth are mine to make life grateful to me.
    Yet he that gave thee birth, and she that bore thee,
    Deserted thee, though well it had beseemed them
    With honour to have died for thee, t' have saved
    Their son with honour, glorious in their death.
    They had no child but thee, they had no hope
    Of other offspring shouldst thou die; and I
    Might thus have lived, thou mightst have lived, till age
    Crept slowly on, nor wouldst thou heave the sigh
    Thus of thy wife deprived, nor train alone
    Thy orphan children. But some god appointed
    It should be thus: thus be it. Thou to me
    Requite this kindness ; never shall I ask
    An equal retribution, nothing bears
    A value high as life : yet my request
    Is just, thou wilt confess it ; for thy love
    To these our children equals mine, thy soul
    If wisdom tempers. In their mother's house
    Let them be lords: wed not again, to set
    A stepdame o'er my children, some base woman
    That wants my virtues; she through jealousy
    Will work against their lives, because to thee
    I bore them: do not this, I beg thee do not;
    For to the offspring of a former bed
    A stepdame comes sharp as a serpent's tooth.
    My son, that holds endearing converse with thee,
    Hath in his father a secure protection.
    But who, my daughter, shall with honour guide
    Thy virgin years? What woman shalt thou find,
    New-wedded to thy father, whose vile arts
    Will not with slanderous falsehoods taint thy name,
    And blast thy nuptials in youth's freshest bloom
    For never shall thy mother see thee led
    A bride, nor at thy throes speak comfort to thee,
    Then present when a mother's tenderness
    Is most alive: for I must die; the ill
    Waits not a day, but quickly shall I be
    Numbered amongst the dead. Farewell, be happy
    And thou, my husband, mayst with honour boast
    Thou hast been wedded to a virtuous wife;
    And you, my children, glory in your mother.

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