EURIPIDES
Amphitryon
I mourn, I grieve. 1065
Chorus
Mourn for these dead children.
Amphitryon
Ah. ...
Chorus
Mourn your son, grieve for him.
Amphitryon
Ah. ...
Chorus
Old friend. . . .
Amphitryon
Hush, be still:
he stirs and turns! He wakes! Quick,
let me hide myself in darkness here. 1070
Chorus
Courage: darkness lies upon his eyes.
Amphitryon
Take care, take care. My grief is such,
I have no fear to leave the light and die.
But if he murders me who begot him,
he shall add a greater grief to these, 1075
and have on him the curse of father's blood.
Chorus
Best for you it would have been
if you had died that very day
you took revenge on those who slew
the kinsmen of your wife, the day
you sacked the city of the Taphians! 1080