Yet daring other crime, by terror driven
To sink her son with her beneath the waves.25
Oh, happy they whose better fortune gave
Mothers like these! There is another place
Within these woods—my place, which calls to me,
To which I fain would haste; my eager feet
Will not delay, and thither will I go,
Unguided, all alone. Why hesitate30
To seek the place that most belongs to me?
Give back that death, Cithaeron, give again