Amph. Shall I unbind my son, old men, or what?
Her. And who was binder, tell!—not that, my deed!
Amph. Mind that much of misfortune—pass the rest!
Her. Enough! from silence, I nor learn nor wish.
Amph. O Zeus, dost witness here throned Heré's work?
Her. But have I had to bear aught hostile thence?
Amph. Let be the goddess—bury thine own guilt!
Her. Undone! What is the sorrow thou wilt say?
Amph. Look! See the ruins of thy children here!