He therefore thus bespoke his charioteer:
“Oh hero Ioläus! dearest far
To me of all the race of mortal men;
I deem it sure that ’gainst the blest of Heaven
Amphitryon sinn’d, when to the fair-wall’d Thebes
He came, forsaking Tirynth’s well-built walls,
Electryon midst the strife of wide-brow’d herds
Slain by his hand: to Creon suppliant came,
And her of flowing robe, Henioche:
Who straight embraced, and all of needful aid