[ADMETUS _looks and stands amazed_.]
Go, and forget in bliss
Thy sorrow!
ADMETUS.
O ye Gods! What meaneth this?
A marvel beyond dreams! The face ... 'tis she;
Mine, verily mine! Or doth God mock at me
And blast my vision with some mad surmise?
HERACLES.
Not so. This is thy wife before thine eyes.
ADMETUS (_who has
recoiled
in his amazement_).
Beware! The dead have phantoms that they send...
HERACLES.
Nay; no ghost-raiser hast thou made thy friend.
ADMETUS.
My wife ... she whom I buried?
HERACLES.
I deceive
Thee not; nor wonder thou canst scarce believe.
ADMETUS.
And dare I touch her, greet her, as mine own
Wife living?
