Ah, yes! he is hunting the children down. Never will Madness lead her revel rout in vain. Amphitryon Ah misery! Chorus Ah me! how I lament that aged father, that mother too that bore his children in vain. Look! look! A tempest rocks the house; the roof is falling with it. Heracles Oh, oh! what are you doing, Pallas, child of Zeus, to the house? You are sending hell’s confusion against the halls, as once you did on Enceladus. Messenger O white-haired old men! Chorus Why this loud address to me? Messenger It is dreadful within! Chorus No need for me to call another prophet for that.