O darling child, thou hast left me all alone in my halls,Nauck reads δόμον ἔλιπες ἔρημον. old and childless by thy loss.ChorusThou shouldst have died, old sire, before thy children.PeleusShall I not tear my hair, and smite upon my head with grievous blows? O city! of both my childrenAchilles his son, and Neoptolemus his grandson. hath Phoebus robbed me.