I loved it, better than thou thy wife!
Therefore she died for thee!
Admetus.—
Death! is thy sting
In this old serpent’s tail, that he must fling
His tainted carcase across my path this day?
Pheres.—
Pass! For no longer will I bar thy way
To bliss. Go, dull thy conscience with fresh lust;
Embrace the body which thou didst cast to dust;