Add this task also to thy former toils—
And live! Lift up my father's fainting form,
O Theseus, friend; for these my guilty hands
That pious duty shun.
Amphitryon: But I with joy
Will clasp this hand, with its support I'll walk,1320
And to my aching heart I'll clasp it close,
And banish all my woes.
Hercules: Where shall I flee?
Where hide myself? What land shall bury me