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First Son.
Ho! in the gods' name, rescue! There is need.
Second Son.
For we are in the toils, beneath the knife.
Chorus.
Oh cruel, what, of stone or steel art thou,
Thou who that bloom 1290 (1279)
Of sons thyself didst bear wouldst see die now
By thine hands' doom?
One woman have I heard of, one alone
And of the far-off days, whose deathful hand
Was laid upon the babes that were her own, 1295 (1283)
Ino by gods distraught when from her land
She by the queenly spouse of Zeus was banned,
Sent to roam to and fro;
And, seeking her sons' death, she, wild with woe,
Stretched forth her foot from off the sea's rough strand, 1300 (1287)
Whelmed her with them into the waves below,
And, they so dying with her, died.
Henceforth can aught called strange or dread betide?
