his composure a little shaken_).
Ah; two answers share my thought,
Questioned of her.
HERACLES.
Is she alive or dead?
ADMETUS.
She is, and is not; and my heart hath bled
Long years for her.
HERACLES.
I understand no more.
Thy words are riddles.
ADMETUS.
Heard'st thou not of yore
The doom that she must meet?
HERACLES.
I know thy wife
Has sworn to die for thee.
ADMETUS.
And is it life,
To live with such an oath hung o'er her head?
HERACLES (_relieved_).
Ah,
Weep not too soon, friend. Wait till she be dead.
ADMETUS.
He dies who is doomed to die; he is dead who dies.
HERACLES.
The two are different things in most men's eyes.
ADMETUS.
Decide thy way, lord, and let me decide
The other way.
HERACLES.
Who is it that has died?
Thou weepest.
ADMETUS.
'Tis a woman. It doth take
My memory back to her of whom we spake.
HERACLES.
A stranger, or of kin to thee?
ADMETUS.
Not kin,
But much beloved.
HERACLES.
How came she to be in
Thy house to die?
ADMETUS.
Her father died, and so
She came to us, an orphan, long ago.
HERACLES (_as though about to depart_).
'Tis sad.
I would I had found thee on a happier day.
ADMETUS.
Thy words have some intent: what wouldst thou say?
HERACLES.
I must find harbour with some other friend.
ADMETUS.
My prince, it may not be! God never send
Such evil!
HERACLES.
'Tis great turmoil, when a guest
Comes to a mourning house.
ADMETUS.
Come in and rest.
Let the dead die!
HERACLES.
I cannot, for mere shame,
Feast beside men whose eyes have tears in them.
ADMETUS.
The guest-rooms are apart where thou shalt be.
HERACLES.
Friend, let me go. I shall go gratefully.
ADMETUS.
Thou shalt not enter any door but mine.
(_To an Attendant_)
Lead in our guest. Unlock the furthest line
Of guest-chambers; and bid the stewards there
Make ready a full feast; then close with care
The midway doors. 'Tis unmeet, if he hears
Our turmoil or is burdened with our tears.
[_The Attendant leads_ HERACLES _into the house_.]
LEADER.
How, master? When within a thing so sad
Lies, thou wilt house a stranger? Art thou mad?
ADMETUS.
And had I turned the stranger
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