reft of her children.

AdrastusBring near the blood-boltered corpses of those hapless chiefs, foully slain by foes unworthy, with whom lay the decision of the contest.ChorusLet me embrace and hold my children to my bosom in my enfolding arms.AdrastusThere, there! thou hast—ChorusSorrows heavy enough to bear.AdrastusAh me!ChorusThy groans mingle with those of their parents.Reading with Hartung τοῖς τεκοῦσς’ ὁμοῦ λέγεις.AdrastusHear me.Chorus O’er both of us thou dost lament.AdrastusWould God the Theban ranks had laid me dead in the dust!ChorusOh that I had ne’er been wedded to a husband!

AdrastusBehold this sea of troubles!The print edition reads: Ah! hapless mothers, behold this sea of troubles! The lines have been modified to more closely match the Greek.