After a while they heard him coming back, and soon he was in sight, still playing. […] But while he was making merry, brave Alcestis died. […] Let us make merry, then, and put garlands on our brows while we may. […] And while they wooed her, they treated her palace as though it were their own. […] Husband of Procris, whom he shot by mistake, while hunting, 145.