Ah, yes! he is hunting the children down. Never will Madness lead her revel rout in vain.

AmphitryonAh misery!

ChorusAh me! how I lament that aged father, that mother too that bore his children in vain.Look! look! A tempest rocks the house; the roof is falling with it.

HeraclesOh, oh! what are you doing, Pallas, child of Zeus, to the house? You are sending hell’s confusion against the halls, as once you did on Enceladus.

MessengerO white-haired old men!ChorusWhy this loud address to me?MessengerIt is dreadful within!

ChorusNo need for me to call another prophet for that.