LINES 663-820.
DEIANIRA.
Maidens, I greatly fear that I have gone,
In what I did, beyond the line of right.
CHORUS.
Daughter of Oeneus, say whence comes thy fear?
DEIANIRA.
I know not; but I tremble lest my act,
Done with fair hope, should end with foul mischance.
CHORUS.
Thou dost not mean thy gift to Heracles?