<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0011.tlg001.perseus-eng3" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="episode"><sp><l n="595" resp="p">already at the doors.  He will soon depart.  Only I ask that I may be well sheltered by you!   When you accomplish even shameful deeds under the cover of darkness, you will never fall into disgrace.</l></sp><stage rend="italic">Enter Lichas.</stage><sp><speaker>Lichas</speaker><l n="598" resp="p">What are your instructions?  Tell me, daughter of Oeneus, for already I am tardy because of my long stay.</l></sp><milestone unit="card" n="600"/><sp><speaker>Deianeira</speaker><l n="600" resp="p">In fact I have just been seeing to this very thing for you, Lichas, while you were addressing the foreign women in the house:  take for me this long robe, prepared by my own hand, a gift to my absent husband.  Give it to him and tell him to be sure that no man</l><l n="605" resp="p">puts it on his body before him and that it not be seen by the light of the sun, nor by the sacred precinct, nor by the blaze at the hearth, until he stands conspicuous before all eyes and shows it clearly to the gods on a day for the sacrifice of bulls.</l><l n="610" resp="p">For so had I vowed, that if I should ever see or hear that he had come safely home, I would dutifully adorn him with this robe and reveal him to the god as a new sacrificer in new garb.  As proof of your commission you will carry a token which he will easily recognize</l><l n="615" resp="p">within the circle of this seal.
<milestone unit="para" resp="p"/>Now go;  and first, observe the rule that messengers should be unwilling to act out of line, and second, see to it that my thanks may be joined to his, doubling the gratitude you earn.</l></sp><milestone unit="card" n="620"/><sp><speaker>Lichas</speaker><l n="620" resp="p">If I practice Hermes’ art of heraldry with any skill, I certainly will never slip up while doing your errand.  I will not fail to carry and present this chest in the same condition, nor to add to it the proper assurance of the reasons which you have for sending it.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Deianeira</speaker><l n="624" resp="p">You may go now, for you know well</l><l n="625" resp="p">how things are with us in the house.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Lichas</speaker><l n="626" resp="p">I know and will report that all is well.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Deianeira</speaker><l n="627" resp="p">And you know, further, from your own eyes my greeting to the foreign girl, how I welcomed her warmly.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Lichas</speaker><l n="629" resp="p">So much so that my heart was struck with joy.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Deianeira</speaker><l n="630" resp="p">What more, then, is there for you to tell him?  I am afraid that it would be too soon to speak of the longing on my part, before I know if I am longed for there.  <stage rend="italic">Exit Lichas on one side and Deianeira into the house.</stage> 
               </l></sp></div><milestone unit="card" n="633"/><div type="textpart" subtype="choral"><div type="textpart" subtype="strophe" n="1"><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="633" resp="p">O you who dwell by the warm springs near ships’ haven and rocky cliff, and you who live by</l><l n="635" resp="p">the crags of Oeta!  And you dwellers by the land-locked waters of the Malian gulf, and the headland sacred to the virgin-goddess of the golden shuttle, where are the famed councils of the Greeks at the gates!</l></sp></div><milestone unit="card" n="640"/><div type="textpart" subtype="antistrophe" n="1"><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="640" resp="p">Soon the glorious voice of the flute will go up for you again, sounding no bothersome, strident notes, but divine music worthy of the lyre!  For the son whom Alcmena bore to Zeus</l><l n="645" resp="p">is hurrying homeward, with spoils won by supreme valor.</l></sp></div><milestone unit="card" n="647"/><div type="textpart" subtype="strophe" n="2"><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="647" resp="p">We thought him lost utterly to our land, a wanderer over sea, while we waited through twelve long months and knew nothing.</l><l n="650" resp="p">She, his loving wife, miserable, was ever pining in her miserable heart, always weeping.  But now Ares, stung to rage, has freed her days from their toil.</l></sp></div><milestone unit="card" n="655"/><div type="textpart" subtype="antistrophe" n="2"><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="655" resp="p">May he come, may he come!  Let him not halt the many-oared ship that carries him before he has reached this town, leaving the island altar where he is reported to be sacrificing!</l><l n="660" resp="p">May he come from there full of desire, steeped in love on the pretext of the robe by Persuasion’s all-powerful ointment!</l></sp></div></div><milestone unit="card" n="663"/><div type="textpart" subtype="episode"><stage rend="italic">Enter Deianeira from the house.</stage><sp><speaker>Deianeira</speaker><l n="663" resp="p">Friends, how I fear that I may have gone too far in all that I was doing just now!</l></sp><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="665" resp="p">What has happened, Deianeira, daughter of Oeneus?</l></sp><sp><speaker>Deianeira</speaker><l n="666" resp="p">I do not know, but I despair that I will soon be found to have done a great wrong, when my hope was for good.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="668" resp="p">Surely it is nothing that bears on your gift to Heracles?</l></sp><sp><speaker>Deianeira</speaker><l n="669" resp="p">Yes, it is!  So much so that I would never recommend to anybody</l><l n="670" resp="p">that he be eager for action in obscurity.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="671" resp="p">Tell us the cause of your fear, if it may be told.</l></sp><milestone unit="card" n="672"/><sp n="Deianeira"><speaker>Deianeira</speaker><l n="672" resp="p">A thing has happened, my friends, such that, if I declare it, it will be a strange marvel for you to hear.  The implement with which I was just now anointing the festal robe,</l><l n="675" resp="p">a white tuft of fleecy sheep’s wool, has disappeared, eaten away by no animal in the courtyard, but self-devoured and self-destroyed it crumbled down over a stone slab.  But I must tell the story at greater length, so that you may know exactly how this thing was accomplished.
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