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THE MADNESS OF HERAKLES.
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Chorus.

Sleepeth he? 1060


Amphitryon.

Yea—in a slumber of bane,
Who hath slain his wife, hath his children slain
With the string that sang them the bow's death-strain!


Chorus.

Wail therefore—


Amphitryon.

I wail with thee.


Chorus.

His babes' death,—


Amphitryon.

Woe is me!


Chorus.

And thy son's doom!


Amphitryon.

Well-a-day!


Chorus.

Ah ancient—


Amphitryon.

O hush ye! stay!
He is writhing—is turning—is waking! Away!
Under yon roof let me hide me out of his sight! 1070

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