ACTUS QUINTUS
FOURTH WOMAN.
Our chance gone!
FIRST WOMAN.
Our life
Degraded to her service.
SECOND WOMAN.
We who are
Born nobly, are become her minions.
THIRD WOMAN.
Slaves, not handmaidens!
ALCESTIS.
Ototototoi!
Ai Ai! What misery!
FIRST WOMAN.
See! the lady weeps!
ALCESTIS.
Ai Ai! the black fiend, how he dogs my feet!
The fatal day! Ai! Ai!
CHORUS.
What sorrow thus,
Maiden, removes the feet of fortitude?
ALCESTIS.
Who shall arouse him?
CHORUS.
Peace, our lady sleeps
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