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EURIPIDES.

Herakles.

Woe's me! ah wretch, what sight do I behold?


Amphitryon.

Unnatural war, son, waged against thy babes.


Herakles.

What war mean'st thou? Who hath done these to death?


Amphitryon.

Thou, and thy bow—and whatso God was cause. 1135


Herakles.

How?—what did I?—O ill-reporting sire!


Amphitryon.

In madness. Heavy enlightening cravest thou!


Herakles.

Ha! am I murderer of my wife withal?


Amphitryon.

Yea: all these deeds are work of one hand—thine.


Herakles.

Alas! a cloud of groaning shrouds me round! 1140


Amphitryon.

For this cause heavily mourn I thy mischance.

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