About the inevitable sorrow here,
Nor changed nor cheeked the kindly nature,—no!
So long as men were merely weak, not bad,
He loved men: were they Gods he used to help?
"Yea, Pheres' son is in-doors, Herakles.
But say, what sends thee to Thessalian soil,
Brought by what business to this Pherai town?"
"A certain labor that I have to do
Eurustheus the Tirunthian," laughed the God.
"And whither wendest—on what wandering