LEADER.
But how…? Thou know'st not? Is he strange to thee?
HERACLES.
Quite strange. I ne'er set foot in Bistony.
LEADER.
Not without battle shalt thou win those steeds.
HERACLES.
So be it! I cannot fail my master's needs.
LEADER.
'Tis slay or die, win or return no more.
HERACLES.
Well, I have looked on peril's face before.
LEADER.
What profit hast thou in such manslaying?
HERACLES.
I shall bring back the horses to my King.
LEADER.
'Twere none such easy work to bridle them.
HERACLES.
Not easy? Have they nostrils breathing flame?