An awful burdenReading οὖν for ἧν (Elmsley.) this, involving some disgrace.MessengerWhy, what disgrace to men are their fellows’ sorrows?AdrastusAh me! how much rather had I died with them!Messenger’Tis vain to weep and move to tears these women.AdrastusMethinks ’tis they who give the lesson. EnoughElmsley reads ἀλλ’ εἶμ’, ἐπάρω for MS. ἀλλ’ εἶεν, αἴρω. Some correction of the kind does seem necessary, for the dead bodies are not noticed as arriving till later. of that! My hands I lift at meeting of the dead, and pour forth a tearful dirge to Hades, calling on my friends, whose loss I mourn in wretched solitude; for this one thing, when once ’tis spent, man cannot recover, the breath of life, though he knoweth ways to get his wealth again.

ChorusJoy is here and sorrow too,—for the state fair fame, and for our captains double meed of honour. Bitter for me it is to see the limbs of my dead sons, and yet a welcome sight withal, because I shall behold the unexpected day