Now, from a troop of shades that last arrived, Eurydice was call’d, and stood revived: Slow she advanced, and halting, seem’d to feel The fatal wound yet painful in her heel. Thus he obtains the suit so much desired, On strict observance of the terms required; For if, before he reach the realms of air, He backward cast his eyes to view the fair, The forfeit grant, that instant, void is made, And she for ever left a lifeless shade.