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THE MADNESS OF HERAKLES.
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Herakles.

I yearn—and on my father's breast would fall.


Amphitryon.

Lo here, my son: mine heart as thine is fain.


Theseus.

Art thou so all-forgetful of thy toils?[1] 1410


Herakles.

All toils endured of old were light by these.


Theseus.

Who sees thee play the woman thus shall scorn.


Herakles.

Live I, thy scorn?—Once was I not, I trow!


Theseus.

Alas, yes! Where is glorious Herakles?


Herakles.

What manner of man wast thou mid Hades' woes? 1415


Theseus.

My strength of soul was utter weakness then.


Herakles.

Were't then for thee to say that ills crush me?


Theseus.

On then!

  1. ↑ Of the Twelve Great Labours, of which this weakness is unworthy.
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