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[1057-1076] Heracles 1041<br />

I cannot, cannot—<br />

CHORUS<br />

AMPHITRYON<br />

Hush! let me note his breathing; come, let me put my ear close.<br />

Is he sleeping?<br />

CHORUS<br />

AMPHITRYON<br />

Aye, that is he, a deathly sleep, having slain wife and children<br />

with the arrows of his twanging bow.<br />

Ah! mourn—<br />

I do.<br />

The children's death;<br />

Ah me!<br />

And thy own son's doom.<br />

Ah misery!<br />

Old friend—<br />

CHORUS<br />

AMPHITRYON<br />

CHORUS<br />

AMPHITRYON<br />

CHORUS<br />

AMPHITRYON<br />

CHORUS<br />

AMPHITRYON<br />

Hush! hush! he is turning, he is waking! Oh! let me hide myself<br />

beneath the covert of yon roof.<br />

CHORUS<br />

Courage! darkness still broods o'er thy son's eye.<br />

AMPHITRYON<br />

Oh! beware; 'tis not that I shrink from leaving the light after my<br />

miseries, poor wretch! but should he slay me that am his father,<br />

then will he be devising woe on woe, and to the avenging curse will<br />

add a parent's blood.

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