For the feet which haste
Is death!
God gave me a little breath:
Shall I not cleave to it now?
(Enter Alcestis leaning upon the hands of Women, and accompanied by her Nurse. They seat her upon the throne. She remains motionless.)
1st Semi-Chorus.—
And thou, that returnest to earth,
For our lord’s delight, and this land’s,
Is there no light on thy brow,
No warmth in thy hands,