Lycus: He is nowhere near, and he certainly will never come.
Amphitryon: No, unless perhaps a god should raise him from the dead.
Lycus: Go to her and bring her from the palace.
Amphitryon: By doing so I should become an accomplice in her murder.
Lycus: Since thou hast this scruple, I, who have left fear behind,
will myself bring out the mother and her children. Follow me, servants,
that we may put an end to this delay of our work to our joy. (Lycus
and his servants enter the palace.)
Amphitryon: Then go thy way along the path of fate; for what remains,
maybe another will provide. Expect for thy evil deeds to find some
ill thyself. Ah! my aged friends, he is marching fairly to his doom;
soon will he be entangled in the snare of the sword, thinking to slay
his neighbours, the villain! I will hence, to see him fall dead; for
the sight of a foe being slain and paying the penalty of his misdeeds
gives pleasure. (Amphitryon follows Lycus into the palace.)
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