Messenger: Nay, illustrious by name as by birth; she is the daughter
of Eurytus, and was once called Iole; she of whose parentage Lichas
could say nothing, because, forsooth, he asked no questions.
Leader of the Chorus: Accursed, above other evil-doers, be the man
whom deeds of treachery dishonour!
Deianeira: Ah, maidens, what am I to do? These latest tidings have
bewildered me!
Leader: Go and inquire from Lichas; perchance he will tell the truth,
if thou constrain him to answer.
Deianeira: Well, I will go; thy counsel is not amiss.
Messenger: And I, shall I wait here? Or what is thy pleasure?
Deianeira: Remain;- here he comes from the house of his own accord,
without summons from me. (Enter Lichas)
Lichas: Lady, what message shall I bear to Heracles? Give me thy commands,
for, as thou seest, I am going.