Theseus. Thee, for thy grace, in other ills I mourn!
Hercules. Whom hast thou known involved in ills like these?
Theseus. Thy vast misfortunes reach from earth to heaven.
Hercules. I therefore am prepared, and fixed to die.
Theseus. And deemest thou the gods regard thy threats?
Hercules. The gods regard not me, nor I the gods!
Theseus. Forbear: lest thy proud words provoke worse ill.
Hercules. I now am full, and can contain no more.
Theseus. What dost thou? Whither doth thy rage transport thee?
Hercules. From whence I came, to death's dark realms I go.