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EURIPIDES.
Herakles.
Farewell, old sire.
Amphitryon.
Farewell thou, son.
Herakles.
Bury the lads—
Amphitryon.
Who burieth me, my child?
Herakles.
I—
Amphitryon.
When com'st thou?
Herakles.
When thou hast buried them— 1420
Amphitryon.
How?
Herakles.
I from Thebes to Athens will bring thee.
Bear in my babes—this curse that loads the earth![1]
I, who have wasted by my shame mine house,
Like wreck in tow will trail in Theseus' wake.
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Rather than loyal friends, is sense-bereft.
Chorus.
With mourning and weeping sore do we pass away,
Who have lost the chiefest of all our friends this day.
[Exeunt omnes.
- ↑ Their unnatural death made their presence a pollution to the land
END OF VOL. II.
