Oh! Child of Zeus, you have become a thief— you, a youth, have ridden down old divinities—by showing respect to your suppliant, a godless man and cruel to a parent; although you are a god, you have stolen away a man that killed his mother. What is there here that anyone shall call just?
 Chorus Reproach, coming to me in a dream, struck me like a charioteer with goad held tight, under my heart, under my vitals.