Admetus.—
Blessing and peace be thine, O form which died,
And comest more fair to be my second bride!
For now thou shinest upon me like a star!
Alcestis.—
I give thee greeting, having journeyed far.
Admetus.—
Mine, or was thine the journey, wouldst thou say?
Alcestis.—
We have both journeyed; mine was the longer way.