ADMETUS.
'Tis a woman. It doth take
My memory back to her of whom we spake.
HERACLES.
A stranger, or of kin to thee?
ADMETUS.
Not kin,
But much beloved.
HERACLES.
How came she to be in
Thy house to die?
ADMETUS.
Her father died, and so
She came to us, an orphan, long ago.
HERACLES (as though about to depart).
'Tis sad.
I would I had found thee on a happier day.
ADMETUS.
Thy words have some intent: what wouldst thou say?
HERACLES.
I must find harbour with some other friend.
ADMETUS.
My prince, it may not be! God never send
Such evil!
HERACLES.
'Tis great turmoil, when a guest
Comes to a mourning house.