Farewell, my aged father! Amphitryon Farewell to you, my son! Heracles Bury my children as I said. Amphitryon But who will bury me, my son? Heracles I will. Amphitryon When wil you come? Heracles After you have buried my children. Amphitryon How? Heracles I will fetch you from Thebes to Athens . But carry my children within, a grievous burden to the earth. And I, after ruining my house by deeds of shame, will follow as a little boat in the wake of Theseus, a total wreck. Whoever prefers wealth or might to the possession of good friends, thinks wrongly. Chorus With grief and many a bitter tear we go our way, robbed of all we prized most dearly.