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I must be yours before I can protect him,

       Or be revenged on both; a word from you

       Decides his fate, or punishment, or pardon;

       Or as his mother I shall look upon you

       As his accomplice; therefore make your choice:

       I will receive your answer at the temple

       Before the attesting gods.

       [To the soldiers.

       Guard well your prisoner:

       Come, follow me:

       [Turning to Mérope.

       I shall expect you, madam;

       Be quick in your resolve; confirm his birth

       By giving me your hand; your answer only

       Saves or condemns him; and as you determine

       He is my victim, madam, or—my son.

      mérope.

       O grant me but the pleasure to behold him;

       Restore him to my love, to my despair.

      poliphontes.

       You’ll see him at the temple.

      ægisthus.

       [As the guards are carrying him off.

       O great queen,

       I dare not call thee by the sacred name

       Of mother, do not, I beseech thee, aught

       Unworthy of thyself, or of Ægisthus;

       For, if I am thy son, thy son shall die

       As a king ought.

      SCENE III.

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      mérope.

       [Alone.

       Ye cruel spoilers, why

       Will you thus tear him from me? O he’s gone,

       I’ve lost him now forever; wherefore, heaven,

       Didst thou restore him to a mother’s vows,

       Or why preserve him in a foreign land,

       To fall at last a wretched sacrifice,

       A victim to the murderer of his father?

       O save him, hide him in the desert’s gloom;

       Direct his steps, and shield him from the tyrant!

      SCENE IV.

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      mérope, narbas, euricles.

      mérope.

       O Narbas, knowest thou the unhappy fate

       To which I am doomed?

      narbas.

       Well I know the king

       Must die; I know Ægisthus is in chains.

      mérope.

       And I destroyed him.

      narbas.

       You?

      mérope.

       Discovered all:

       But thinkest thou, Narbas, ever mother yet

       Could see a child, as I did, and be silent?

       But it is past: and now I must repair

       My weakness with my crimes.

      narbas.

       What crimes?

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      mérope, narbas, euricles, ismenia.

      ismenia.

       O madam,

       Now call forth all the vigor of your soul,

       The hour of trial comes: the fickle crowd,

       Still fond of novelty, with ardent zeal,

       Press forward to behold the expected nuptials;

       Each circumstance conspires to serve the tyrant:

       Already the bribed priest has made his god

       Declare for Poliphontes: “He received

       Your vows, Messene was a witness to them,

       And heaven will see the contract is fulfilled:”

       Thus spoke the holy seer; the people answered

       With acclamations loud, and songs of joy;

       They little know the grief that wrings thy heart;

       But thank the gods for these detested nuptials,

       And bless the tyrant for his cruelty.

      mérope.

       And are my sorrows made the public joy?

      narbas.

       O these are dreadful means to save thy son.

      mérope.

       They are indeed: thou shudderest at the thought:

       It is a crime.

      narbas.

       But to destroy thy child

       Were still more horrible.

      mérope.

       Away: despair

       Has given me courage, and restored my virtue:

       Let’s to the temple; there I’ll show the people

       My dear Ægisthus; ’twixt myself and the altar

       Will place my son; the gods will see him there;

       They will defend him, for from them he sprang:

       Too long already persecuting heaven

       Hath scourged his helpless innocence; and now

       It will avenge him: O I will set forth

       His savage murderer in the blackest colors,

       Till vengeance shall inspire each honest heart

       With tenfold rage: now dread a mother’s cries,

       Ye cruel tyrants, for they will be heard:

       They come; alas! I tremble yet, despair

       And horror seize me: hark, they call, my son

       Is dying: see the cruel murderer plants

       A dagger in his breast: a moment more

       And he is lost: ye savage ministers

       [Turning to the sacrificers.

       Of the base tyrant, you must drag the victim

       Up to the altar; can you, must you do it?

       O vengeance, duty, tenderness, and love,

       And thou great nature, what will ye ordain,

       What will ye do with an unhappy queen,

       Abandoned to despair?

       End of the Fourth Act.

      ACT V.

      SCENE I.

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