HERACLES (_his manner
beginning
to change_).
Euripides - Alcestis
HERACLES.
A woman dead, of no one's kin; why grieve
So much? Thy master and thy mistress live.
SERVANT.
Live? Man, hast thou heard nothing of our woe?
HERACLES.
Yes, thy lord told me all I need to know.
SERVANT.
He is too kind to his guests, more kind than wise.
HERACLES.
Must I go starved because some stranger dies?
SERVANT.
Some stranger? --Yes, a stranger verily!
HERACLES (_his manner beginning to change_).
Is this some real grief he hath hid from me?
SERVANT.
Go, drink, man! Leave to us our master's woes.
HERACLES.
It sounds not like a stranger. Yet, God knows. . .
SERVANT.
How should thy revelling hurt, if that were all?
HERACLES.
Hath mine own friend so wronged me in his hall?
SERVANT.
Thou camest at an hour when none was free
To accept thee.
