Farewell, my aged father!AmphitryonFarewell to you, my son!HeraclesBury my children as I said.AmphitryonBut who will bury me, my son?HeraclesI will.AmphitryonWhen wil you come?HeraclesAfter you have buried my children.AmphitryonHow?HeraclesI will fetch you from Thebes to Athens. But carry my children within, a grievous burden to the earth. And I, after ruining my house by deeds of shame, will follow as a little boat in the wake of Theseus, a total wreck. Whoever prefers wealth or might to the possession of good friends, thinks wrongly.

ChorusWith grief and many a bitter tear we go our way, robbed of all we prized most dearly.