Lichas: I know not; indeed, I asked not many questions.
Deianeira: And thou hast not heard her name from any of her companions?
Lichas: No, indeed, I went through my task in silence.
Deianeira: Unhappy girl, let me, at least, hear it from thine own
mouth. It is indeed distressing not to know thy name. (Iole maintains
her silence.)
Lichas: It will be unlike her former behaviour, then, I can tell thee,
if she opens her lips: for she hath not uttered one word, but hath
ever been travailing with the burden of her sorrow, and weeping bitterly,
poor girl, since she left her wind-swept home. Such a state is grievous
for herself, but claims our forbearance.
Deianeira: Then let her be left in peace, and pass under our roof
as she wishes; her present woes must not be crowned with fresh pains
at my hands; she hath enough already.-Now let us all go in, that thou
mayest start speedily on thy journey, while I make all things ready
in the house. (Lichas leads the captives into the house. Deianeira
starts to follow them, but the Messenger, who has been present during
the entire scene, detains her. He speaks as he moves nearer to her.)