ANT.  Friends, ye might understand.

CH.  Speak.  Is he gone?

ANT.  Gone!  Even as heart could wish, had wishes power. 
How else, when neither war, nor the wide sea
Encountered him, but viewless realms enwrapt him,
Wafted away to some mysterious doom? 
Whence on our hearts a horror of night is fallen. 
Woe ’s me!  For whither wandering shall we find
Hard livelihood, by land or over sea?

ISM.  I know not.  Let dark Hades take me off
To lie in death with mine age honoured sire! 
Death were far better than my life to be.

CH.  Noblest of maidens, ye must learn to bear
Meekly the sending of the Gods.  Be not
On fire with grief.  Your state is well assured.

ANT.  If to be thus is well, then may one long
For evil to return.  Things nowise dear
Were dear to me, whiles I had him to embrace. 
O father! loved one! that art wearing now
The eternal robe of darkness underground,
Old as thou wert, think not this maid and I
Will cease from loving thee!

CH.  He met his doom.

ANT.  He met the doom he longed for.

CH.  How was that?

ANT.  In the strange land where he desired to die
He died.  He rests in shadow undisturbed;
Nor hath he left a tearless funeral. 
For these mine eyes, father, unceasingly
Mourn thee with weeping, nor can I subdue
This ever-mounting sorrow for thy loss. 
Ah me!  Would thou hadst not desired to die
Here among strangers, but alone with thee
There, in the desert, I had seen thee die!

ISM.  Unhappy me!  What destiny, dear girl,
Awaits us both, bereaved and fatherless?

CH.  His end was fortunate.  He rests in peace. 
Dear maidens, then desist from your complaint. 
Sorrow is swift to overtake us all.

ANT.  Thither again, dear girl, let us go speedily!

ISM.  Say, for what end?

ANT.  Desire possesses me—­

ISM.  Whereof?

ANT.  To see the darksome dwelling-place—­

ISM.  Of whom?

ANT.  Woe is me!  Of him, our sire!

ISM.  But how
Can this be lawful?  Seest thou not?

ANT.  How say’st thou? 
Why this remonstrance?

ISM.  Seest thou not, again,
He hath no grave and no man buried him.

ANT.  Take me but where he lies.  Then slay me there.

ISM.  Ah! woe is me, doubly unfortunate,
Forlorn and destitute, whither henceforth
For wretched comfort must we go?

CH.  Fear nought,
Dear maidens!

ISM.  Where shall we find refuge?

CH.  Here,
Long since, your refuge is secure.