Admetus.—
Hadst thou no longing, then, to live again?
Alcestis.—
And not to die: therewith I strove in vain.
Admetus.—
But having died, was there no looking back?
Alcestis.—
I looked, and lo, the doors of life were black.
Admetus.—
Didst thou not love the children of thy womb?