Thou hast her: may no god
begrudge
your joy.
Euripides - Alcestis
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?
HERACLES.
Greet her. Thy desire is won.
ADMETUS (_approaching with awe_),
Beloved eyes; beloved form; O thou
Gone beyond hope, I have thee, I hold thee now?
HERACLES.
Thou hast her: may no god begrudge your joy.
ADMETUS (_turning to_ HERACLES).
O lordly conqueror, Child of Zeus on high,
Be blessed! And may He, thy sire above,
Save thee, as thou alone hast saved my love!
[_He kneels to_ HERACLES, _who raises him_. ]
But how . . . how didst thou win her to the light?
HERACLES.
I fought for life with Him I needs must fight.
ADMETUS.
With Death thou hast fought! But where?
HERACLES.
Among his dead
I lay, and sprang and gripped him as he fled.
