Found’st thou no bliss?
Alcestis.—
Yea, bliss enough to die
When thou didst ask it of me, O my lord!
Ofttimes he might have slain me with his sword:
Yet was I spared to die another death.
Admetus.—
Breathe not upon the past such bitter breath!
Great was the need, thou knowest, I had of thee!
Alcestis.—