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Theseus and his soldiers enter, carrying the corpses of the slain chieftains. Adrastus and the Chorus chant the lament responsively.
Mothers, raise the wail for the dead departed;  cry in answer when you hear my note of woe. Chorus
My sons! O bitter words for loving mothers to address to you! To you, my lifeless child, I call. Adrastus
 Woe! woe! Chorus
Ah me, my sufferings! Adrastus
We have endured— Chorus
Sorrows most grievous. Adrastus
O citizens of Argos! do you not behold my fate? Chorus
They see me also, the hapless mother,  bereft of her children.