Oh, come, come, come!
Yea, children! ’Tis your own, returned again!
Children.—
Mother! Oh, Mother!
(Alcestis stands as one hearing a far-off cry, whose sound she remembers.)
Nurse.—
Alas! Is that cry vain?
It shall not be! Leap, child, leap to her breast!
Take hold on her with hands, give her no rest,
Cry her to pity!