dear father, ’neath the sun. Alas for her! she leaves us ere her time and to me bequeaths an orphan’s life. Behold that staring eye, those nerveless hands! Hear me, mother, hear me, I implore! ’tis I who call thee now, I thy tender chick, printing my kisses on thy lips.AdmetusShe cannot hear, she cannot see; a heavy blow hath fortune dealt us, you children and me.

EumelusO father, I am but a child to have my loving mother leave me here alone; O cruel my fate, alas!