Toil-weary, more outworn by wanderings.
Thes. And why i' the peploi hides he his sad head?
Amph. Not daring meet thine eye, thy friendliness
And kinship,—nor that children's—blood about!
Thes. But I come to who shared my woe with me!
Uncover him!
Amph. O child, put from thine eyes
The peplos, throw it off, show face to sun!
Woe's weight well matched contends with tears in thee.
I supplicate thee, falling at thy cheek