Her. And why trick out the boys corpse-fashion thus?
Meg. These wraps of death we have already donned.
Her. And you had died through violence? Woe's me!
Meg. Left bare of friends: and thou wast dead, we heard.
Her. And whence came on you this faintheartedness?
Meg. The heralds of Eurustheus brought the news.
Her. And why was it you left my house and hearth?
Meg. Forced thence: thy father—from his very couch!
Her. And no shame at insulting the old man?