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Heracles
Yes, child. This is the charge I lay upon you:
if you revere my memory when I
have died, remembering the oath you swore,
make her your wife, and do not scorn my wish.
No other man but you must ever marry
this woman who has lain with me in love;
no, you, my son, must take her for your own.
Consent! To disrespect me in small matters
destroys the greater favors you have done.
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The Women of Trachis and Philoctetes. A new translation in verse by Robert Torrance. Houghton Mifflin. 1966.
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