Nurse: Wilt kill thy husband?
Deianira: And my rival's too.
Nurse: The son of Jove?
Deianira: Alcmena's son as well.
Nurse: With the sword?
Deianira: The sword.
Nurse: If not?
Deianira: With guile I'll slay.
Nurse: What madness this?
Deianira: That which I learned of him.