ADMETUS.
Oh, live on; live, and grow more old than Zeus!
PHERES.
Because none wrongs thee, thou must curse thy sire?
ADMETUS.
I blest him. Is not life his one desire?
PHERES.
This dead, methinks, is lying in thy place.
ADMETUS.
A proof, old traitor, of thy cowardliness!
PHERES.
Died she through me?… That thou wilt hardly say.
ADMETUS (almost breaking down).
O God!
Mayst thou but feel the need of me some day!
PHERES.
Go forward; woo more wives that more may die.
ADMETUS.
As thou wouldst not! Thine is the infamy.
PHERES.
This light of heaven is sweet, and sweet again.