THANATOS.
Why is Admetus here then, not below?
APOLLO.
He gave for ransom his own wife, for whom …
THANATOS (interrupting).
I am come; and straight will bear her to the tomb.
APOLLO.
Go, take her.—I can never move thine heart.
THANATOS (mocking).
To slay the doomed?—Nay; I will do my part.
APOLLO.
No. To keep death for them that linger late.
THANATOS (still mocking).
'Twould please thee, so?… I owe thee homage great.
APOLLO.
Ah, then she may yet … she may yet grow old?
THANATOS (with a laugh).
No!… I too have my rights, and them I hold.
APOLLO.
'Tis but one life thou gainest either-wise.