Sophocles, Trachiniae
Sir Richard Jebb, Ed.

Heracles
Hear, then, your task. You have come to where you will reveal what sort of man you are, who are called my son.

It was foreshown to me by my father far in the past that I would [1160] perish by no creature that had the breath of life, but by one already dead, a dweller with Hades. So this savage Centaur in death has killed me alive, just as the divine will had been foretold. And I will show you how [1165] later oracles tally with the first and testify to the old prophecy. I wrote them down for myself from the mouth of my father's oak of many tongues in the grove of the Selli, who dwell on the hills and sleep on the ground. The tree said that, at the time which lives and now is, [1170] my release from the toils laid upon me would be accomplished. And I expected prosperous days, but the meaning, it seems, was only that I would die. For toil comes no more to the dead. Since, then, my son, those words are clearly finding their fulfillment, [1175] you, on your part, must fight on my behalf. You must not delay, and so sharpen my tongue, but give your consent to work with me, like one who has discovered that best of laws, the law of obedience to your father.