Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too.
I lov’d you ever: but it is no matter; Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
— A little month; or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father’s body Like Niobe, all tears;—why she, even she,— O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn’d longer,—married with mine uncle, My father’s brother; but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month; Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married:— O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
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Heracles is the Greek mythological equivalent of the Roman Hercules.