Have mighty recompense: no more
Is left to suffer—we have seen,
Oh, woe! the angry Hercules!
Iole: But I, unhappy one, must mourn,
Not temples with their gods o'erthrown,
Not scattered hearths and burning homes,
Where lie in common ruin mixed
Fathers with sons, and gods with men,175
Temples and towns—the common woe;
But fortune calls my tears away