Resists not the tremendous laws of fate:
Nor small the boon they grant thee in the life
Of thy restored Admetus.
Phe. In thy looks
There is expression, more than in thy words,
Which thrills my shuddering heart. Declare, what terms
Can render fatal to thyself and us
The rescued life of him thy soul adores?
Alc. O father! could my silence aught avail
To keep that fearful secret from thine ear,