No gladness of heart, when thou hearest
The voice of our mirth?
2nd Semi-Chorus.—
Lo, robes for the bridal thou wearest,
Though a shroud was thy robe of late;
And home, O Beloved and fairest,
Thou comest, redeemed from Fate.
(A pause. Alcestis makes no response.)
1st Semi-Chorus.—
Ye say that the world is old: