Heracles.
So be it, then. Death won’t be far away.
And when I’ve found him and have punched his head,
I’ll make him come and take you off at once.
[Exit Heracles.
The Chorus, who appear to have borrowed their metre from “Atalanta in Calydon,” sing as follows:—
Chorus.
Is this really to put
An end to our cares,
To the toils where our foot