_Semi-Chor. A._ Yes; one may say of them,
That wretched pair,
That they much ill have wrought
To their own host;
Yea, and to alien ranks
Of many nations fallen in the fray.
_Semi-Chor._ B. Ah! miserable she who bare those twain,
'Bove all of women born
Who boast a mother's name! 920
Taking her son, her own,
As spouse, she bare these children, and they both,
By mutual slaughter and by brothers' hands,
Have found their end in death.