Chorus
That murder wrought by the daughters of Danaus, which the rock of Argos keeps, was once the most famous and notorious in Hellas; but this has surpassed,
[1020]
has outrun those former horrors . . . for the unhappy son of Zeus.
I could tell of the murder done by Procne, mother of an only child, offered to the Muses; but you had three children, wretched parent, and all of them have you in your frenzy slain.
[1025] Alas! What groans or wails, what funeral dirge, or dance of death am I to raise?
Ah, ah! see, the bolted doors [1030] of the lofty palace are being rolled apart.
Ah me! see the wretched children lying before their unhappy father, who is sunk in dreadful slumber after shedding their blood.
[1035] Round him are bonds and cords, made fast with many knots about the body of Heracles, and lashed to the stone columns of his house.