Adrastus
Bring near the blood-dripping corpses of those hapless men, unworthily slain by unworthy foes, with whom lay the decision of the contest. Chorus
[815] Let me embrace and hold my children to my bosom in my enfolding arms. Adrastus
There, there! you have— Chorus
Sorrows heavy enough to bear. Adrastus
Alas! Chorus
Your groans mingle with those of their parents. Adrastus
[820] Hear me. Chorus
Over both of us you lament. Adrastus
Would that the Theban ranks had laid me dead in the dust! Chorus
Oh that I had never been wedded to a husband!