Nurse: I think that slave is but a gift for thee.
Deianira: This fellow whom thou seest wandering410
Throughout our Grecian cities, big with fame,
A tawny lion's spoils upon his back,
And in his dreadful hand a massive club;
Who takes their realms away from haughty kings,
And gives them to the weak; whose praise is sung
By men of every land throughout the world:415
This man is but a trifler, without thought
Of winning deathless glory for himself.