He sees us both with anguish bowed, albeit guiltless of any crime against the gods, for the which thy death is due.

AlcestisO earth, O sheltering roof, and ye my maiden chambers in my native land Iolcos!AdmetusLift thyself, unhappy wife, forsake me not; entreat the mighty gods to pity us.

AlcestisI see the two-oared skiff, I see it; and Charon, death’s ferryman, his hand upon the boatman’s pole, is calling me e’en now, Why lingerest thou? Hasten. Thou art keeping me. Thus in his eager haste he hurries me.