Took me as type and measure of her vows.400
What father shall I ever find, O nurse,
To equal Jove? What husband like to mine
In all the world? Though he, Eurystheus' self,
Beneath whose power my Hercules is placed,
Should take me for his wife, 'twould not suffice.
A trifling thing, to miss a royal couch;405
But far she falls who loses Hercules.
Nurse: But children often win a husband's love.
Deianira: My rival's child perchance will win him too.