One of her unavoidable laws is this:
the dead are dead, and crying will not restore them.
So put an end to the mourning, and let your lady
become the saint that she was destined to be.

 Don't consider her grave to be a grave;
think of it as a shrine, where people will pray:
"Hail, Alcestis, you who died for your king:
you were gracious to him; be gracious to us."

 Anyway, here comes Heracles, back to see you.

 (enter HERACLES, stage left, leading the veiled ALCESTIS by the hand)