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Enter Heracles by Eisodos A with a veiled woman.
But look: it seems Alcmene's son is coming to your hearth, Admetus. Heracles
One should speak frankly to a friend, Admetus, and not silently store up reproaches in the heart.  I thought it right that I should stand by you in your misfortune and give proof that I was your friend. Yet you did not tell me your wife was laid out for burial but feasted me in the house, saying that you were busy with a grief not your own.  So I garlanded my head and poured libations to the gods in your house in its hour of misfortune. I do object to this treatment, indeed I do. Yet I do not want to cause you pain in the midst of your trouble. But I will tell you why I have returned here.  Take and keep this woman for me until I have killed the king of the Bistones and come back with the Thracian mares. But if I should suffer the fate I pray heaven may avert （for I pray I may return）, I give her to you to be a servant in your house.  It was with great labor that she came into my hands. I found some people holding a public contest, an occasion worthy of an athlete's toil. It is from there that I took this woman as a prize. Those victorious in the light events  won horses as a prize, while those in the greater events, boxing and wrestling, won cattle, with a woman in addition. Since I happened to be there, it seemed a shame to let slip this chance for profit combined with glory. But as I said, you must care for the woman.  For I did not steal her but won her with labor. Perhaps in time you will praise me for this.