Monologue

Admetus Monologue from Alcestis

From Alcestis by Euripides

male · anguished · 1:08 min

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I know. It came not without doubts and fears, This thing. The thought hath poisoned all my years. Howbeit, I now will make the burial due To this dead Queen. Be assembled, all of you; And, after, raise your triumph-song to greet This pitiless Power that yawns beneath our feet. Meantime let all in Thessaly who dread My sceptre join in mourning for the dead With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed. Ye chariot-lords, ye spurrers of the steed, Shear close your horses' manes! Let there be found Through all my realm no lute, nor lyre, nor sound Of piping, till twelve moons are at an end. For never shall I lose a closer friend, Nor braver in my need. And worthy is she Of honour, who alone hath died for me.

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Admetus mourns the death of his beloved wife, Alcestis, expressing his deep sorrow and the impact of her sacrifice on his life, while calling for a period of mourning throughout his realm.

30s · sadness · death · love · honor · sacrifice

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