[Tired of only getting in one line at a time.] Iou! Iou! What thankless things are men!
And, most of all, how thankless husbands are!
We cook their dinners, sew their buttons on,
And even on occasion darn their socks,
And they repay us thus! But see where comes
Great Heracles himself. ’Tis ever thus
With heroes. Mention them, and they appear.
[Enter Heracles in the opportune manner customary in Greek tragedy.
Heracles.
[Preparing to salute the gods at great length.]