And swiftly a throng of the chiefs Kadmeian came hurrying thither in bronze-mail clashing,
And thither the father Amphitryon hasted, his falchion bared from the sheath outflashing,
Smitten with keen-stabbing anguish: for each man’s grief on his own soul heavily presseth;
But soon disburdened of grief is the heart that nought but another’s affliction distresseth.