Father, since your pause permits an answer,hear me, diseased though you are; I will ask you for no more than is my due. Give yourself to me in a mood not as harsh as that to which your heart is now stung. Otherwise you cannot learn in what circumstances you wrongly wish to triumph and wrongly show resentment.HeraclesStop when you have said what it is you desire. In this pain of mine I understand none of your many riddles.HyllusI come to tell you of my mother—her present circumstances and how she erred unknowingly.HeraclesYou corrupt thing! Have you indeed mentioned her name again,the name, “Mother, Murderess of Father,” in my hearing?HyllusYes, for her condition is such that my silence shames me.HeraclesNo, it does not shame you, when you consider her past crimes.HyllusYou will not say so, at least in view of her deeds today.HeraclesSpeak—but take care that you not be found corrupt.HyllusI will speak. She is just now dead, a new murder.HeraclesBy whose hand? Your sinister words give a prophecy of wonder!HyllusShe did it by her own hand, and no other’s.HeraclesAh, no! Before she died by mine as she deserved!HyllusEven your rage would be deflected, if you would learn the whole of it.HeraclesYour tale begins strangely, but tell me what you mean.HyllusThe sum is this: she did wrong, but with a good intent.HeraclesDid she do a good deed, corrupt traitor, when she killed your father?HyllusNo, her plan was to apply a love-charm for your heart, when she saw your new marriage inside the house, but she missed her aim.HeraclesAnd what Trachinian is so potent a charmer?HyllusNessus the Centaur persuaded her long ago to inflame your desire with such a potion.HeraclesAh! Ah, misery! I am lost, ruined, ruined! The light of day exists for me no more!Ah, now I understand the depth of my misfortune! Go, my son! Your father is no more. Summon for me all the crop of your brothers. Summon, too, poor Alcmena, in vain the bedfellow of Zeus, so thatyou may hear my final words tell what oracles I know.HyllusI cannot. Your mother is not here. It happens that she keeps her home at Tiryns by the sea. Some of your children she has taken to raise with her there, and others, you will find, are dwelling in Thebes.But we who are with you, Father, will render at your command all service that is needed.HeraclesHear, then, your task. You have come to where you will reveal what sort of man you are, who are called my son. It was foreshown to me by my father far in the past that I wouldperish by no creature that had the breath of life, but by one already dead, a dweller with Hades. So this savage Centaur in death has killed me alive, just as the divine will had been foretold. And I will show you howlater oracles tally with the first and testify to the old prophecy. I wrote them down for myself from the mouth of my father’s oak of many tongues in the grove of the Selli, who dwell on the hills and sleep on the ground. The tree said that, at the time which lives and now is,my release from the toils laid upon me would be accomplished. And I expected prosperous days, but the meaning, it seems, was only that I would die. For toil comes no more to the dead. Since, then, my son, those words are clearly finding their fulfillment,