Epeisodion 4
Admetus
A coward soul is thine, not to be reckoned among men.
Pheres
No laughing now for thee at bearing forth my aged corpse.
Admetus
Thy death will surely be a death of shame, come when it will.
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Pheres
Once dead I little reck of foul report.
Admetus
Alas! how void of shame the old can be!
Pheres
Hers was no want of shame; ’twas want of sense in her that thou didst find.
Admetus
Begone! and leave me to bury my dead.
Pheres
I go; bury thy victim, thyself her murderer. Her kinsmen yet will call for an account. Else surely has Acastus ceased to be a man, if he avenge not on thee his sister’s blood.
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Admetus
Perdition seize thee and that wife of thine!
grow old, as ye deserve, childless, though your son yet lives, for ye shall never enter the same abode with me; nay! were it needful I should disown thy paternal hearth by heralds’ voice, I had disowned it. (Exit PHERES). Now, since we must bear our present woe,
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let us go and lay the dead upon the pyre. [Exit ADMETUS.
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