The prophets of the house loud wailing,[n43]

Cried with sorrow unavailing,

“Woe to the Atridans! woe!

The lofty palaces fallen low!

The marriage and the marriage bed,

The steps once faithful, fond to follow

There where the faithful husband led!”

He silent stood in sadness, not in wrath,[n44]

His own eye scarce believing,

As he followed her flight beyond the path