Hyllus: Fleeing the sun—
Deianira: The sun himself flees me.
Hyllus: Wouldst leave thy life?
Deianira: A wretched life indeed;
I long to go where Hercules has gone.
Hyllus: He still survives, and breathes the air of heaven.
Deianira: Alcides died when first he was o'ercome.
Hyllus: Wilt leave thy son behind? forestall thy fates?895
Deianira: She whom her own son buries has lived long.
Hyllus: Follow thy husband.