Chorus: Courage! darkness still broods o'er thy son's eye.
Amphitryon: Oh! beware; 'tis not that I shrink from leaving the light
after my miseries, poor wretch! but should he slay me that am his
father, then will he be devising woe on woe, and to the avenging curse
will add a parent's blood.
Chorus: Well for thee hadst thou died in that day, when, to win thy
wife, thou didst go forth to exact vengeance for her slain brethren
by sacking the Taphians' sea-beat town.
Amphitryon: Fly, fly, my aged friends, haste from before the palace,
escape his waking fury! For soon will he heap up fresh carnage on
the old, ranging wildly once more through the streets of Thebes.
Chorus: O Zeus, why hast thou shown such savage hate against thine
own son and plunged him in this sea of troubles?
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