after sorrow’s cup was full. Chorus Would that Father Time had kept me unwed from my youth up e’en till now when I am old! What need had I of children? Methinks I should not have suffered excessively, had I never borne the marriage-yoke; but now I have my sorrow full in view, the loss of children dear. Chorus Lo! I see the bodies of the fallen youths. Woe is me! would I could join these children in their death and descend to Hades with them! Adrastus Mothers, raise the wail for the dead departed; cry in answer when ye hear my note of woe. Chorus My sons, my sons! O bitter words for loving mothers to address to you! To thee, my lifeless child, I call.