HYL. Mine arms shall not refuse to carry thee.
HER. And wilt thou gather the appointed wood?
HYL. So my hand fire it not. In all but this,
Not scanting labour, I will do my part.
HER. Enough. ’Tis well. And having thus much given
Add one small kindness to a list so full.
HYL. How great soe’er it were, it should be done.
HER. The maid of Eurytus thou knowest, I ween.
HYL. Of Iolè thou speak’st, or I mistake.
HER. Of her. This then is all I urge, my son.
[page 212][1222-1258] When I am dead, if thou wouldst show thy duty,
Think of thine oath to me, and, on my word,
Make her thy wife: nor let another man
Take her, but only thou; since she hath lain
So near this heart. Obey me, O my boy!
And be thyself the maker of this bond.
To spurn at trifles after great things given,
Were to confound the meed already won.
HYL. Oh, anger is not right, when men are ill!
But who could bear to see thee in this mind?
HER. You murmur, as you meant to disobey.