Have you not drunk, Protesilaus, from the waters of Lethe?

Deeply have I drunk, my lord, but my affliction was too strong.

Then be patient; in time, she will join you here; you won’t have to go up there.

I can’t bear to wait, Pluto. You’ve been in love yourself, before now, Pluto, and know what it’s like.

What good will it do you to return to life for a single day, if shortly afterwards you must bewail the same misfortune?

I think I’ll be able to persuade her to follow me here, so that soon you’ll have two of us dead instead of one.

All this would be wrong, and has never happened before.