Our mistress dead, or if Alkestis lives

And sees the light still, Pelias' child—to me,

To all, conspicuously the best of wives

That ever was toward husband in this world!

Hears any one or wail beneath the roof,

Or hands that strike each other, or the groan

Announcing all is done and naught to dread?

Still not a servant stationed at the gates!

O Paian, that thou wouldst dispart the wave

O' the woe, be present! Yet, had woe o'erwhelmed