O'ercome by sleep I have my quarry lost.
Antistrophe I
Ah, son of Zeus, a very robber thou,
Though young, thou didst old Goddesses ride down,[[486]]
Honouring thy suppliant, godless though he be,
One whom his parents loathe:
Thou, though a God, a matricide hast freed:
Of which of these acts can one speak as just?
Strophe II
Yea, this reproach that came to me in dreams