"All excellently urged! Yet - spite of all,
Bear with me! let the woman go away!"
"She shall go, if needs must: but ere she go,
See if there is need!"

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Except I make thee angry with me, so!"

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"But I persist, because I have my spice Of intuition likewise: take the dame!

יי

"Be thou the victor then! But certainly

Thou dost thy friend no pleasure in the act!"

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Oh, time will come when thou shalt praise me! Only obey!"

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Then, servants,

since my

house

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Must needs receive this woman, take her there!

"I shall not trust this woman to the care Of servants."

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If that seem preferable!"

"Why, conduct her in, thyself,

“I prefer,

With thy good leave, to place her in thy hands!”

"I would not touch her! Entry to the house That, I concede thee."

"To thy sole right hand

I mean to trust her!"

"King! Thou wrenchest this

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Out of me by main force, if I submit!"

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Courage, friend! Come, stretch hand forth! Good! Now touch

As though it meant to cut off Gorgon's head!"

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"Hast hold of her?

66 Fast hold."

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"Why, then, hold fast

And have her! and, one day, asseverate

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Thou wilt, I think, thy friend, the son of Zeus,

He was the gentle guest to entertain !

Look at her! See if she, in any way,

Present thee with resemblance of thy wife! "

Ah, but the tears come, find the words at fault!

There is no telling how the hero twitched

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The veil off: and there stood, with such fixed eyes

And such slow smile, Alkestis' silent self!

It was the crowning grace of that great heart,
To keep back joy: procrastinate the truth

Until the wife, who had made proof and found

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The husband wanting, might essay once more,
Hear, see, and feel him renovated now

Able to do, now, all herself had done,

Risen to the height of her: so, hand in hand,

The two might go together, live and die.

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Beside, when he found speech, you guess the speech.

He could not think he saw his wife again:

It was some mocking God that used the bliss

To make him mad! Till Herakles must help:

Assure him that no spectre mocked at all;
He was embracing whom he buried once.
Still, — did he touch, might he address the true,-
True eye, true body of the true live wife?

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And Herakles said, smiling, "All was truth.
Spectre? Admetos had not made his guest
One who played ghost-invoker, or such cheat!
Oh, he might speak and have response, in time!
All heart could wish was gained now life for death:
Only the rapture must not grow immense :

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so spoke

Take care, nor wake the envy of the Gods!" "Oh thou, of greatest Zeus true son,". Admetos when the closing word must come,

"Go ever in a glory of success,

And save, that sire, his offspring to the end!

For thou hast only thou- raised me and mine
Up again to this light and life!" Then asked
Tremblingly, how was trod the perilous path
Out of the dark into the light and life:
How it happened with Alkestis there.

And Herakles said little, but enough.
How he engaged in combat with that king
O' the daemons: how the field of contest lay

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By the tomb's self: how he sprung from ambuscade,
Captured Death, caught him in that pair of hands.

But all the time, Alkestis moved not once

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Out of the set gaze and the silent smile;.
And a cold fear ran through Admetos' frame:

"Why does she stand and front me, silent thus?"

Herakles solemnly replied, "Not yet

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Is it allowable thou hear the things
She has to tell thee; let evanish quite

That consecration to the lower Gods,

And on our upper world the third day rise!

Lead her in, meanwhile; good and true thou art,

Good, true, remain thou! Practise piety

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To stranger-guests the old way! So, farewell!

Since forth I fare, fulfil my urgent task

Set by the king, the son of Sthenelos."

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Fain would Admetos keep that splendid smile
Ever to lighten him. Stay with us, thou heart!
Remain our house-friend!"

"At some other day!

Now, of necessity, I haste!" smiled he.

"But mayst thou prosper, go forth on a foot Sure to return! Through all the tetrarchy, Command my subjects that they institute

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Thanksgiving-dances for the glad event,
And bid each altar smoke with sacrifice!
For we are minded to begin a fresh
Existence, better than the life before;
Seeing I own myself supremely blest."

Whereupon all the friendly moralists

Drew this conclusion: chirped, each beard to each: "Manifold are thy shapings, Providence!

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Many a hopeless matter Gods arrange.

What we expected never came to pass:

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What we did not expect Gods brought to bear;

So have things gone, this whole experience through!"

Ah, but if you had seen the play itself!

They say, my poet failed to get the prize:

Sophokles got the prize, — great name! They say,

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Sophokles also means to make a piece,

Model a new Admetos, a new wife:

Success to him! One thing has many sides.

The great name! But no good supplants a good,

Nor beauty undoes beauty. Sophokles

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Will carve and carry a fresh cup, brimful

Of beauty and good, firm to the altar-foot,

And glorify the Dionusiac shrine:

Not clash against this crater in the place

Where the God put it when his mouth had drained,
To the last dregs, libation life-blood-like,

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And praised Euripides forevermore

The Human with his droppings of warm tears.

TENNYSON.

OENONE.

THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier
Than all the valleys of Ionian hills.

The swimming vapor slopes athwart the glen,
Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine,
And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand
The lawns and meadow-ledges midway down
Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars
The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine

In cataract after cataract to the sea.

Behind the valley topmost Gargarus

Stands up and takes the morning: but in front
The gorges, opening wide apart, reveal

Troas and Ilion's column'd citadel,

The crown of Troas.

Mournful Enone, wandering forlorn

Hither came at noon

Of Paris, once her playmate on the hills.

Her cheek had lost the rose, and round her neck

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Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest.

She, leaning on a fragment twined with vine,
Sang to the stillness, till the mountain-shade

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Sloped downward to her seat from the upper cliff.

"O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida,

Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die.
For now the noonday quiet holds the hill:
The grasshopper is silent in the grass:
The lizard, with his shadow on the stone,

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