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364 To your sire's halls, where others' mastery holds

His substance, but his name yet lingereth ours.

[Exit with children.

Zeus, for my couch-mate gained I thee in vain:

For nought I named thee father of my son.

Less than thou seemest art thou friend to us.

Mortal, in worth thy godhead I outdo:

Herakles' sons have I abandoned not.

Cunning wast thou to steal unto my couch,—

To filch another's right none tendered thee,—

Yet know'st not how to save thy dear ones now!

Thine is unwisdom, or injustice thine.

[Exit.

Hard on the paean triumphant-ringing

Oft Phœbus outpealeth a mourning-song,

O'er the strings of his harp of the voice sweet-singing

Sweeping the plectrum of gold along.

I also of him who hath passed to the places

Of underworld gloom—be it Zeus' son's story,

Be Amphitryon's scion the theme of my praises,—