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MESSENGER Thou wouldst say so, hadst thou been there to see his loving tendance of the dead. ADRASTUS Did he himself wash the bloody wounds of the hapless youths? MESSENGER Ay, and strewed their biers and wrapped them in their shrouds. ADRASTUS An awful burden this, involving some disgrace. MESSENGER Why, what disgrace to men are their fellows’ sorrows? ADRASTUS Ah me! how much rather had I died with them! MESSENGER ‘Tis vain to weep and move to tears these women. ADRASTUS Methinks ’tis they who give the lesson. Enough of that! My hands lift at meeting of the dead, and pour forth a tearful dirge to Hades, calling on my friends, whose loss I mourn in wretched solitude; for this one thing, when once ’tis spent, man cannot recover, the breath of life, though he knoweth ways to get his wealth again.
CHORUS (singing)
strophe
Joy is here and sorrow too,-for the state fair fame, and for our captains double meed of honour. Bitter for me it is to see the limbs of my dead sons, and yet a welcome sight withal, because I shall behold the unexpected day after sorrow’s cup was full.
antistrophe
Would that Father Time had kept me unwed from my youth up e’en till now when I am old! What need had I of children? Methinks I should not have suffered overmuch, had I never borne the marriage-yoke; but now I have my sorrow full in view, the loss of children dear. Lo! I see the bodies of the fallen youths. Woe is me! would I could join these children in their death and descend to Hades with them!
(THESEUS and his soldiers enter, carrying the corpses of the slain chieftains. ADRASTUS and the CHORUS chant the lament responsively.)
ADRASTUS Mothers, raise the wail for the dead departed; cry in answer when ye hear my note of woe. CHORUS My sons,custom usb flash drive 10, my sons! O bitter words for loving mothers to address to you,custom usb flash drive 11! To thee, my lifeless child, I call. ADRASTUS Woe! woe! CHORUS Ah me, my sufferings! ADRASTUS Alas! We have endured, alas!- CHORUS Sorrows most grievous. ADRASTUS O citizens of Argos! do ye not behold my fate? CHORUS They see thee, and me the hapless mother, reft of her children. ADRASTUS Bring near the blood-boltered corpses of those hapless chiefs, fo