The children’s death— Amphitryon Ah me! Chorus And your own son’s doom. Amphitryon Alas! Chorus Old friend— Amphitryon Hush! hush! he is turning over, he is waking! Oh! let me hide myself, concealed beneath the roof. Chorus Courage! darkness still holds your son’s eye. Amphitryon Oh beware! it is not that I shrink from leaving the light after my miseries, poor wretch! but if should he slay me, his father, then he will be devising mischief on mischief, and to the avenging curse will add a parent’s blood. Chorus Well for you if you had died in that day, when, for your wife, you went forth to exact vengeance for her slain brothers