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A stranger dead—and no guest-cheer for me?

O yea, an alien she—o'ermuch an alien!

Ha! was he keeping some affliction back?

Go thou in peace: our lords' ills are for us.

Grief for a stranger such talk heralds not.

Else had I not sore vexed beheld thy revelling.

How! have I sorry handling of mine hosts?

Thou cam'st in hour unmeet for welcoming,

For grief is on us; and thou see'st shorn hair

And vesture of black robes.

But who hath died?

Not of the children one, or grey-haired sire?

Nay, but Admetus' wife is dead, O guest.