Deianeira: And in what region, my child, doth rumour place him?
Hyllus: Last year, they say, through all the months, he toiled as
bondman to Lydian woman.
Deianeira: If he bore that, then no tidings can surprise.
Hyllus: Well, he has been delivered from that, as I hear.
Deianeira: Where, then, is he reported to be now,- alive or dead?
Hyllus: He is waging or planning a war, they say, upon Euboea, the
realm of Eurytus.
Deianeira: Knowest thou, my son, that he hath left with me sure oracles
touching that land?
Hyllus: What are they, mother? I know not whereof thou speakest.
Deianeira: That either he shall meet his death, or, having achieved
this task, shall have rest thenceforth, for all his days to come.
So, my child, when his fate is thus trembling in the scale, wilt thou
not go to succour him? For we are saved, if he find safety, or we
perish with him.
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