seeing my weak state, and that these too are little, and bereaved of their sire, respecting the more powerful, drive us from the land.  And I am banished, together with the banished children, and fare ill together with those who fare ill, loathing to desert them, lest some may say thus, Behold, now that the children have no father, Iolaus, their kinsman born, defends them not.  But being bereft of all Greece, coming to Marathon and the country under the same rule, we sit suppliants at the altars of the Gods, that they may assist us; for it is said that the two sons of Theseus inhabit the territory of this land, of the race of Pandion, having received it by lot, being near akin to these children; on which account we have come this way to the frontiers of illustrious Athens.  And by two aged people is this flight led, I, indeed, being alarmed about these children; and the female race of her son Alcmena preserves within this temple, clasping it in her arms; for we are ashamed that virgins should mingle with the mob, and stand at the altars.  But Hyllus and his brothers, who are older, are seeking where there is a strong-hold that we may inhabit, if we be thrust forth from this land by force.  O children, children! hither; take hold of my garments; I see the herald of Eurystheus coming hither toward us, by whom we are pursued as wanderers, deprived of every land.[2] O detested one, may you perish, and the man who sent you:  how many evils indeed have you announced to the noble father of these children from that same mouth!

COPREUS.  I suppose you think that this is a fine seat you are sitting in, and have come to a city which is an ally, thinking foolishly; for there is no one who will choose your useless power in preference to Eurystheus.  Depart; why toilest thou thus?  You must rise up and go to Argos, where punishment by stoning awaits you.

IOL.  Not so, since the altar of the God will aid me, and the free land in which we tread.

COP.  Do you wish to cause me trouble with this band?

IOL.  Surely you will not drag me away, nor these children, seizing by force?

COP.  You shall know; but you are not a good prophet in this.

IOL.  This shall never happen, while I am alive.

COP.  Depart; but I will lead these away, even though you be unwilling, considering them, wherever they may be, to belong to Eurystheus.

IOL.  O ye who have dwelt in Athens a long time, defend us; for, being suppliants of Jove, the Presider over the Forum,[3] we are treated with violence, and our garlands are profaned, both a reproach to the city, and an insult to the Gods.

CHORUS.  Hollo! hollo! what is this noise near the altar? what calamity will it straightway portend?

IOL.  Behold me, a weak old man, thrown down on the plain; miserable that I am.

CHOR.  By whose hand do you fall this unhappy fall?

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IOL.  This man, O strangers, dishonoring your Gods, drags me violently from the altar of Jupiter.