Thes. These boys,—who are they, thou art weeping o'er?
Amph. He gave them birth, indeed, my hapless son!
Begot, but killed them—dared their bloody death.
Thes. Speak no such horror!
Amph. Would I might obey!
Thes. O teller of dread tidings!
Amph. Lost are we—
Lost—flown away from life!
Thes. What sayest thou?
What did he?