ADMETUS.
Why, none. Yet some blind longing draws me on…
HERACLES.
'Tis natural. Thou didst love her that is gone.
ADMETUS.
'Tis that hath wrecked, oh more than wrecked, my life.
HERACLES.
'Tis certain: thou hast lost a faithful wife.
ADMETUS.
Till life itself is dead and wearies me.
HERACLES.
Thy pain is yet young. Time will soften thee,
[The veiled Woman begins dimly, as though in a dream, to hear the words spoken.]
ADMETUS.
Time? Yes, if time be death.
HERACLES.
Nay, wait; and some
Woman, some new desire of love, will come.
ADMETUS (indignantly).
Peace!
How canst thou? Shame upon thee!