Shudder we must where is much cause for fear,
Yet let us hope till the event decides.

DEIANIRA.

Hope, where the act is guilty, there is none,
Or none that can bring comfort to the breast.

CHORUS.

But against those that sin unwittingly,
Anger is mild, and will be mild to thee.

DEIANIRA.

Ay, so say those that of the guilt are clear,
And have no heavy burden on their hearts.

CHORUS.

What more thou art in act to say withhold,
Unless thou wouldst unbosom to thy son.
He went to seek his sire and now is here.

(_Enter_ HYLLUS.)

HYLLUS.

Mother! I would that of three wishes one
Could be fulfilled: I would that thou wert not,