AG. O, my father! and I being deprived of you shall be banished.
CAD. Why do you embrace me with your hands, O unhappy child, as a white swan does its exhausted[[69]] parent?
AG. For whither can I turn, cast out from my country?
CAD. I know not, my child; your father is a poor ally.
AG. Farewell, O house! farewell, O ancestral city! I leave you in misfortune a fugitive from my chamber.
CAD. Go then, my child, to the land of Aristæus * * * *.
AG. I bemoan thee, O father!
CAD. And I thee, my child; and I lament your sisters.
AG. Terribly indeed has king Bacchus brought this misery upon thy house.
BAC. [Ay,] for I have suffered terrible things from ye, having a name unhonored in Thebes.