I weep and wail, and feigning know I none,
That I should fail to speak
My sorrow from my heart.
Strophe I
Semi-Chor. A. Alas! alas!
Men of stern mood, who would not list to friends,
Unwearied in all ills,
870
Seizing your father's house, O wretched ones
With the spear's murderous point.