Peleus.
O my belovèd one, lone in his halls hast thou left
An old, old man of his children bereft.
Chorus.
(Str. 4)
Before thy sons shouldst thou have died, have died!
Peleus.
And shall I not rend mine hair?
And shall I from smiting spare 1210
Mine head, from the ruining hand? O city, see
How Phœbus of children twain hath despoilèd me!
Chorus.
(Str. 5)
Ill-starred, who hast seen and suffered evil's stress,
What life through the rest of thy days shalt thou have?
Peleus.
(Ant. 5)
Childless, forlorn, my woes are limitless:
I shall drain sorrow's dregs till I sink to the grave.
Chorus.
(Ant. 3)
Gods crowned with joy thy spousals all for nought.
Peleus.
Fleeted and vanished and fallen my glories are,
Far from my boasts high-soaring, O far! 1220
Chorus.
(Ant. 4)
Lone in the lonely halls must thou abide.
