Heracles: Well, so much shall be enough.- But add one small boon to
thy large benefits.
Hyllus: Be the boon never so large, it shall be granted.
Heracles: Knowest thou, then, the girl whose sire was Eurytus?
Hyllus: It is of Iole that thou speakest, if I mistake not.
Heracles: Even so. This, in brief, is the charge that I give thee,
my son. When am dead, if thou wouldest show a pious remembrance of
thine oath unto thy father, disobey me not, but take this woman to
be thy wife. Let no other espouse her who hath lain at my side, but
do thou, O my son, make that marriage-bond thine own. Consent: after
loyalty in great matters, to rebel in less is to cancel the grace
that bad been won.
Hyllus: Ah me, it is not well to be angry with a sick man: but who
could bear to see him in such a mind?
Heracles: Thy words show no desire to do my bidding.
Hyllus: What! When she alone is to blame for my mother's death, and
for thy present plight besides? Lives there the man who would make
such choice, unless he were maddened by avenging fiends?
Better were it, father, that I too should die, rather than live united
to the worst of our foes!