Herakles was the man, but I am not.
Too proud to be his heir in lowly mind
And far too weak to be his peer in deed,
I’ve undermined the ground that held me firm
And now its gnashing vengeance draws me down.
Gyges.
Nay, nay!
Kan.
’Tis thus nor can be otherwise.
The world has need of sleep as you and I