Ah, what cold horror’s this? Breath has gone hence!
Warmth, touch, sight, hearing! Help! Lo, unto earth
Where God sent blessing, a curse hath sprung to birth!
Apollo, thy dart hath slain me!
(Enter Nurse.)
Nurse.—
What means that cry[?]
Admetus.—
She is dead! She is dead! Clasping, I felt her die!
Nurse.—