Or that another were thy son than I,
Or that my mother had a better mind.

DEIANIRA.

What in thy mother thus thy horror moves?

HYLLUS.

Know that thy husband, rather should I say
My father, dies this day murdered by thee.

DEIANIRA.

Alas! my son, what word has passed thy lips?

HYLLUS.

A word too sure of its accomplishment.
The event once born can never be annulled.

DEIANIRA.

What dost thou say, my son? whence didst thou learn
That I had done a deed so horrible?

HYLLUS.

Learn it I did not from another's lips:
These eyes beheld my father's piteous fate.