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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!
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?