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[881-914] Heracles 1037<br />

is goading on her steeds, as if for outrage, the Gorgon child of Night,<br />

with hundred hissing serpent-heads, Madness of the flashing eyes.<br />

Soon hath the god changed his good fortune; soon will his children<br />

breathe their last, slain by a father's hand.<br />

Ah me! alas! soon will vengeance, mad, relentless, lay low by a<br />

cruel death thy unhappy son, 0 Zeus, exacting a full penalty.<br />

Alas, O house! the fiend begins her dance of death without the<br />

cymbal's crash, with no glad waving of the wine-god's staff.<br />

Woe to these halls! toward bloodshed she moves, and not to pour<br />

libations of the juice of the grape.<br />

O children, haste to fly; that is the chant of death her piping plays.<br />

Ah, yes! he is chasing the children. Never, ah! never will Madness<br />

lead her revel rout in vain.<br />

Ah misery!<br />

Ah me! how I lament that aged sire, that mother too that bore<br />

his babes in vain.<br />

Look! look!<br />

A tempest rocks the house; the roof is falling with it.<br />

Oh! what art thou doing, son of Zeus?<br />

Thou art sending hell's confusion against thy house, as erst did<br />

Pallas on Enceladus.<br />

Ye hoary men of eld!<br />

(A MESSENGER enters from the palace.)<br />

MESSENGER<br />

CHORUS<br />

Why, oh! why this loud address to me?<br />

MESSENGER<br />

Awful is the sight within!<br />

CHORUS<br />

No need for me to call another to announce that.<br />

Dead lie the children.<br />

Alas!<br />

MESSENGER<br />

CHORUS<br />

MESSENGER<br />

Ah weep! for here is cause for weeping.

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