And the children too, and the head there—used
Of old to the wreaths and paians!
Amph. Farther away! Nor beat the breast,
Nor wail aloud, nor rouse from rest
The slumberer—asleep, so best!
Cho. Ah me—what a slaughter!
Amph. Refrain—refrain!
Ye will prove my perdition!
Cho. Unlike water,
Bloodshed rises from earth again!