Semi-Chorus A
O Zeus, what way out of disaster could there be, what release from the fate that visits our royal family?
Semi-Chorus B
Alas!
[215]
Will someone come forth from the palace? Shall I cut my hair in mourning now and put on black apparel?
Semi-Chorus A
Her fate is plain, my friends, all too plain, but still let us pray to the gods: the gods' power is supreme.
Semi-Chorus B
[220]
Lord of Healing,1 contrive for Admetus some escape from disaster.
Semi-Chorus A
Yes, devise a way. For you found one for him before. Now too be his rescuer from death,
[225]
check deadly Hades.