_Semi-Chor. A._ Alas! alas!
Men of stern mood, who would not list to friends,
Unwearied in all ills, 870
Seizing your father's house, O wretched ones
With the spear's murderous point.
_Semi-Chor. B._ Yea, wretched they who found a wretched doom,
With havoc of the house.