Stasimon 3
[Choral 1]
Joy is here and sorrow too,—
Chorus
for the state fair fame, and for our captains double meed of honour. Bitter for me it is to see the limbs of my dead sons, and yet a welcome sight withal, because I shall behold the unexpected day
780
after sorrow’s cup was full.
785
Would that Father Time had kept me unwed from my youth up e’en till now when I am old! What need had I of children?
Methinks I should not have suffered excessively, had I never borne the marriage-yoke; but now I have my sorrow full in view, the loss of children dear.
790
[Choral]
Lo! I see the bodies
Chorus
of the fallen youths. Woe is me! would I could join these children in their death and descend to Hades with them!
795
[Choral 2]
Mothers, raise the wail for the dead departed;
Adrastus
cry in answer when ye hear my note of woe.
800
Chorus
My sons, my sons! O bitter words for loving mothers to address to you! To thee, my lifeless child, I call.
Chorus
Ah me, my sufferings!
805
Chorus
A lacuna in the MS.
Adrastus
We have endured, alas!—
Chorus
Sorrows most grievous.
Adrastus
O citizens of Argos! do ye not behold my fate?
Chorus
They see thee, and me the hapless mother,
reft of her children.
810
Adrastus
Bring near the blood-boltered corpses of those hapless chiefs, foully slain by foes unworthy, with whom lay the decision of the contest.