_Diogenes. Heracles_
_Diog_. Surely this is Heracles I see? By his godhead, 'tis no other!
The bow, the club, the lion's-skin, the giant frame; 'tis Heracles
complete. Yet how should this be?—a son of Zeus, and mortal? I say,
Mighty Conqueror, are you dead? I used to sacrifice to you in the other
world; I understood you were a God!
_Her_. Thou didst well. Heracles is with the Gods in Heaven,
And hath white-ankled Hebe there to wife.