Chorus
What seemed good was not good,
[820]
to cut a mother's flesh with ruthless hand and show the sword stained black with blood to the sun's bright beams; “to commit a noble crime” is an impious, subtle, malignant madness!
[825]
The wretched daughter of Tyndareus in terror of death screamed to him: “My son, this is unholy, your bold attempt upon your mother's life; do not, while honoring your father,
[830]
fasten on yourself an eternity of shame.”