What put such desperate thoughts into your heads? Megara That was what the heralds of Eurystheus kept proclaiming. Heracles Why did you leave my hearth and home? Megara He forced us; your father was dragged from his bed. Heracles Had he no shame, to ill-use the old man so? Megara Shame indeed! that goddess and he dwell far enough apart. Heracles Was I so poor in friends in my absence? Megara Who are the friends of a man in misfortune? Heracles Do they make so light of my hard warring with the Minyans? Megara Misfortune, to repeat it to you, has no friends. Heracles Cast from your heads these chaplets of death, look up to the light, for instead of the darkness below your eyes behold the welcome sun.