CHOR. Fate, fate hard to be struggled with hath come.
(ADM. Oh! Oh!)
But puttest thou no bound to thy sorrows?
(ADM. Alas! alas!)
Heavy are they to bear, but still
(ADM. Woe! woe!)
endure, thou art not the first man that hast lost
(ADM. Ah me! me!)
thy wife; but calamity appearing afflicts different men in different shapes.
ADM. O lasting griefs, and sorrows for our friends beneath the earth!—Why did you hinder me from throwing myself[[41]] into her hallowed grave, and from lying dead with her, by far the most excellent woman? And Pluto would have retained instead of one, two most faithful souls having together passed over the infernal lake.