Amph. Do I bid you bate your breath, in vain—
Ye elders? Lament in a softer strain!
Lest he rouse himself, burst every chain,
And bury the city in ravage—bray
Father and house to dust away!
Cho. I cannot forbear—I cannot forbear!
Amph. Hush! I will learn his breathings: there!
I will lay my ears close.
Cho. What, he sleeps?
Amph. Ay,—sleeps! A horror of slumber keeps