reft of her children. Adrastus Bring near the blood-boltered corpses of those hapless chiefs, foully slain by foes unworthy, with whom lay the decision of the contest. Chorus Let me embrace and hold my children to my bosom in my enfolding arms. Adrastus There, there! thou hast— Chorus Sorrows heavy enough to bear. Adrastus Ah me! Chorus Thy groans mingle with those of their parents. Reading with Hartung τοῖς τεκοῦσς’ ὁμοῦ λέγεις . Adrastus Hear me.