Chorus
Do you hear the cry, the children's cry? O wretched and accursed woman! First Child
Oh, what shall I do? How can I escape my mother's hands? Second Child
I know not, dear brother. We are done for. Chorus
[1275] Shall I enter the house? I am determined to stop the death of the children. First Child
Yes, in heaven's name, stop it! Now is the time. Second Child
We are now close to the snare of the sword. Chorus
[1280] Hard-hearted wretch, you are, it seems, a stone or a piece of iron. You mean to kill the children you gave birth to with a fate your own hand deals out.