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HERACLES.
Reach forth thine hand
And touch this comer from a distant land.

ADMETUS (_holding out his hand without looking_).
Like Perseus when he touched the Gorgon, there!

HERACLES.
Thou hast touched her?

ADMETUS (_at last taking her hand_).
Touched her? . . . Yes.
HERACLES (_a hand on the shoulder of each_).
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son, Heracles! Look in her face;
Look; is she like. . . ?

[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!