Hyllus: Woe is me for thee, my father, woe is me for thee, wretched
that I am! Whither shall I turn? What can I do? Ah me!
Old Man: (whispering) Hush, my son! Rouse not the cruel pain that
infuriates thy sire! He lives, though prostrated. Oh, put a stern
restraint upon thy lips!
Hyllus: How sayest thou, old man- is he alive?
Old Man: (whispering) Thou must not awake the slumberer! Thou must
not rouse and revive the dread frenzy that visits him, my son!
Hyllus: Nay, I am crushed with this weight of misery- there is madness
in my heart!
Heracles: (awaking) O Zeus, to what land have I come? Who are these
among whom I lie, tortured with unending agonies? Wretched, wretched
that I am! Oh, that dire pest is gnawing me once more!
Old Man: (to Hyllus) Knew I not how much better it was that thou
shouldest keep silence, instead of scaring slumber from his brain
and eyes?
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