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EURIPIDES.

Herakles.

Woe worth the day!
Ah to be turned to stone, my woes forgot!


Theseus.

No more! To a friend, a helper, reach thine hand.


Herakles.

With this blood let me not besmirch thy robes!


Theseus.

On me wipe all off! Spare not: I refuse not! 1400


Herakles.

Of sons bereaved, thee have I, like a son.


Theseus.

Cast o'er my neck thine arm; I lead thee on.


Herakles.

A yoke of love!—but one, a stricken man.
Father, well may one gain such friend as this.


Amphitryon.

The land that bare him breedeth noble sons! 1405


Herakles.

Theseus, let me turn back, to see my babes.


Theseus.

What spell to ease thy pain hath this for thee?

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