_Ant._ Ah! my mind is crazed with wailing. 960
_Ism._ Yea, my heart within me groaneth.
_Ant._ Thou for whom the city weepeth!
_Ism._ Thou too, doomed to all ill-fortune!
_Ant._ By a loved hand thou hast perished.
_Ism._ And a loved form thou hast slaughtered.
_Ant._ Double woes are ours to tell of.
_Ism._ Double woes too ours to look on.
_Ant._ *Twofold sorrows from near kindred.
_Ism._ *Sisters we by brothers standing.
_Ant._ Terrible are they to tell of. 970
_Ism._ Terrible are they to look on.
_Chor._ Ah me, thou Destiny,
Giver of evil gifts, and working woe,
And thou dread spectral form of Œdipus,
And swarth Erinnys too,
A mighty one art thou.