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Alcestis to her husband, just before, / with his tearful approbation, she dies in order that he may live.
Admetus, from my marrow's core I do
Despise you: wherefore pity not your wife, / Who, having seen expire her love for you
With heaviest grief, today gives up her life. You could not with your mind imagine this:
One might surrender, yet continue proud. Not having loved, you do not know : the kiss
You sadly beg, is impious, not allowed... of all I loved,-how many girls and men
Have loved me in return? -speak! -young or old-
Speak! -sleek or famished, can you find me then
One form would flank me, as this night grows cold?
I am at peace, Admetus-go and slake
Your grief with wine. I die for my own sake.