Apollo (also called Phoebus) has been working at the palace of
DEATH Ha! Phoebus! You! Before this Palace! Lawlessly would you grasp, abolish the rights of the Lower Gods! Did you not beguile the Fates and snatch Admetus from the grave? Does not that suffice? Now, once again, you have armed your hand with the bow, to guard the daughter of Pelias who must die in her husband's stead!
APOLLO Fear not! I hold for right, and proffer you just words.
DEATH If you hold for right, why then your bow?
APOLLO My custom is ever to carry it.
DEATH Yes! And you use it unjustly to aid this house!
APOLLO I grieve for a friend's woe.
DEATH So you would rob me of a second body?
APOLLO Not by force I won the other.
DEATH Why, then, is he in the world and not below the ground?
APOLLO In his stead he gives his wife-whom you have come to take.
DEATH And shall
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