Is as Alcestis, and thy form as hers.

Ah me!—lead, for the Gods’ sake, from my sight

This woman!—Take not my captivity captive.

For as I look on her, methinks I see

My wife. She stirs my heart with turmoil: fountains

Of tears burst from mine eyes. O wretched I!

Now taste I first this grief’s full bitterness.[[29]]

It is Alcestis’ very self, won back from death as Apollo had promised; but with the awful silence of the tomb still upon her. Heracles places her hand in that of the reluctant and incredulous king, while he draws aside her veil:

Yea, guard her. Thou shalt call

The child of Zeus one day a noble guest.