This is the bitterness of grief indeed!
_Chor._ I cannot praise thy fortune; but behoves thee
To bear with firmness what the gods assign.
_Herc._ O that from Jove I had the pow'r to bring
Back from the mansions of the dead thy wife
To heav'n's fair light, that grace achieving for thee!
_Adm._ I know thy friendly will; but how can this
Be done? The dead return not to this light.
_Herc._ Check then thy swelling griefs; with reason rule them.
_Adm._ How easy to advise, but hard to bear!
_Herc._ What should it profit should'st thou always groan?
_Adm._ I know it; but I am in love with grief.
_Herc._ Love to the dead calls forth the ceaseless tear.
_Adm._ O, I am wretched more than words can speak.
_Herc._ A good wife hast thou lost, who can gainsay it?
_Adm._ Never can life be pleasant to me more.
_Herc._ Thy sorrow now is new; time will abate it.
_Adm._ Time say'st thou? Yes, the time that brings me death.
_Herc._ Some young and lovely bride will bid it cease.
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