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THE MADNESS OF HERAKLES.
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Amphitryon.

My son was their father—alas and alas for him—
Their father—and slew them!—who dared that murder grim!


Theseus.

Hush! Speak not horrors thou!


Amphitryon.

Ah, would that I could but obey thy word!


Theseus.

Dread things thou sayest now!


Amphitryon.

Fled is our bliss, as on wings of a bird.


Theseus.

What sayest thou?—how wrought he deed so dread?


Amphitryon.

Upon madness's surge was his soul tossed wide,
And his shafts in the blood of the hydra of hundred heads were dyed. 1190


Theseus.

Lo, Hera's work! Who croucheth midst yon dead?


Amphitryon.

My son is it—mine—of the thousand toils, who stood
In the ranks of the Gods, stood slaying the giant-brood
On the Plain of Phlegra, a warrior good.

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