HYLLUS.
Know that thy husband, rather should I say
My father, dies this day murdered by thee.
DEIANIRA.
Alas! my son, what word has passed thy lips?
HYLLUS.
A word too sure of its accomplishment.
The event once born can never be annulled.
DEIANIRA.
What dost thou say, my son? whence didst thou learn
That I had done a deed so horrible?
HYLLUS.
Learn it I did not from another's lips:
These eyes beheld my father's piteous fate.