To me, thy lover, turn not this heart of stone!
Greater my love for thee than e’er before!
Alcestis.—
Since it is greater, dost thou ask for more?
Admetus.—
Yea, for I thirst! Let the Gods give thee bliss!
Alcestis.—
What God in heaven or hell shall grant me this?
Admetus.—
Ask of Apollo: he that made thee mine!