Chorus
Have you marked, oh, have you heard, oh, the queen uttering woes past hearing? Death take me, my friend,
[365]
before I come to share your thoughts. Ah me! Alas! Oh, how unhappy these pains have made you! Oh, the troubles that have mortals in their keeping! You are undone, you have revealed your miseries to the light of day. The hours of this long day—what awaits you in them?
[370]
Some unlucky change for the house will be brought to pass. And it is now quite clear to what end the stroke sent by Aphrodite is aimed, o unhappy Cretan girl.