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No—wasted in air is all thine appeal.

O Zeus, dost thou hear it, how spurned I am?—

What outrage I suffer of yonder abhorred

Child-murderess, yonder tigress-dam?

Yet out of mine helplessness, out of my shame,

I bewail my belovèd, I call to record

High heaven, 1 bid God witness the word,

That my sons thou hast slain, and withholdest me

That mine hands may not touch them, nor bury their clay!

Would God I had gotten them never, this day

To behold them destroyed of thee!

All dooms be of Zeus in Olympus; 'tis his to reveal them.

Manifold things unhoped-for the Gods to accomplishment bring.

And the things that we looked for, the Gods deign not to fulfil them;

And the paths undiscerned of our eyes, the Gods unseal them.

So fell this marvellous thing.

[Exeunt omnes.