Hercules. "Hast thou beheld the carnage of my sons?
Theseus. I heard, I saw the ills thou showest me.
Hercules. Why hast thou then unveiled me to the Sun?
Theseus. Why not? Can mortal man pollute the Gods?
Hercules. Fly, thou unhappy, my polluting guilt!
Theseus. Friends, from their friends, no stain of guilt contract.
Hercules. This hath my thanks, indeed, I thought thee good.
Theseus. And for that good deed, now I pity thee!
Hercules. I want thy pity, I have slain my sons.