ATALANTA IN CALYDON.
93
SECOND MESSENGER.
A thing more deadly than the face of death;
Meleager the good lord is as one slain.
SEMICHORUS.
Slain, and slain without hand.
SECOND MESSENGER.
His limbs divide, and as thawed snow the flesh
Thaws from off all his body to the hair.
SEMICHORUS.
With the brand he fades as a brand.
SECOND MESSENGER.
Lifted both hands to crown the Arcadian’s hair
And fix the looser leaves, both hands fell down.
SEMICHORUS.
Lament ye, mourn for him, weep.