The voice of Megara: What wouldst thou, madman? Shed thine infant's blood?
Amphitr.: The child, in terror of his father's face,
Died ere he felt the blow. 'Twas fear that snatched
His spirit forth. Now 'gainst his trembling wife,
His mighty club is raised—her bones are crushed,
Her head is stricken from the mangled trunk1025
And may no more be seen.
[To himself.]
O stubborn age,
Too long enduring, canst thou bide this sight?