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EURIPIDES.

Theseus.

Why?—mortal, thou canst not pollute the heavens.


Herakles.

Flee, hapless, my pollution god-accurst!


Theseus.

No haunting curse can pass from friend to friend.


Herakles.

Now nay!—yet thanks. I helped thee, nor repent. 1235


Theseus.

I for that kindness now compassionate thee.


Herakles.

Compassion-worthy am I, who slew my sons!


Theseus.

I weep for thy sake, for thy fortune changed.


Herakles.

Hast thou known any whelmed in deeper woes?


Theseus.

From earth to heaven reach thy calamities. 1240


Herakles.

Therefore have I prepared my soul to die.


Theseus.

Deem'st thou that Gods reck aught of threats of thine?

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