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THE MADNESS OF HERAKLES.
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Herakles.

Reckless is God—I, reckless of the Gods.[1]


Theseus.

Refrain lips, lest high words bring deeper woes!


Herakles.

Full-fraught am I with woes—no space for more. 12245


Theseus.

What wilt thou do?—whither art passion-hurled?


Herakles.

To death. I pass to Hades, whence I came.


Theseus.

No hero's words be these that thou hast said.


Herakles.

Thou dost rebuke me—clear of misery thou!


Theseus.

Speaks Herakles, who hath endured so much,— 1250


Herakles.

Never so much!—its bounds endurance hath.[2]

  1. ↑ "The old king hurled his curse against God: 'Since Thou hast taken from me the town I loved best, where I was born and bred, and where my father lies buried, I will have my revenge on Thee too—I will rob Thee of that thing Thou lovest most in me.'"—Green's Hist. of Eng. People.
  2. ↑ Reading ἐν for MS. εἰ, which seems to mean "if such toils may be gauged," i.e. if in such gigantic labours as mine, one may talk of greater or less.
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