But against those that sin unwittingly,
Anger is mild, and will be mild to thee.
DEIANIRA.
Ay, so say those that of the guilt are clear,
And have no heavy burden on their hearts.
CHORUS.
What more thou art in act to say withhold,
Unless thou wouldst unbosom to thy son.
He went to seek his sire and now is here.
(Enter HYLLUS.)
HYLLUS.
Mother! I would that of three wishes one
Could be fulfilled: I would that thou wert not,
Or that another were thy son than I,
Or that my mother had a better mind.
DEIANIRA.
What in thy mother thus thy horror moves?