ADMETUS.
Thy babes! Thou wilt not leave them.—Raise thine eye.
ALCESTIS.
I am sorry…. But good-bye, children; good-bye.
ADMETUS.
Look at them! Wake and look at them!
ALCESTIS.
I must go.
ADMETUS.
What? Dying!
ALCESTIS.
Farewell, husband! [She dies.]
ADMETUS (with a cry).
Ah!… Woe, woe!
LEADER.
Admetus' Queen is dead!
[While ADMETUS is weeping silently, and the CHORUS veil their faces, the LITTLE BOY runs up to his dead Mother.]
LITTLE BOY.
Oh, what has happened? Mummy has gone away,
And left me and will not come back any more!
Father, I shall be lonely all the day….
Look! Look! Her eyes … and her arms not like before,
How they lie …
Mother! Oh, speak a word!
Answer me, answer me, Mother! It is I.
I am touching your face. It is I, your little bird.