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O from thy seat of endless bliss look down

       On thy Ægisthus, animate his soul,

       And guide his footsteps! Poliphontes calls,

       I will attend him; let us to the altar.

      narbas.

       Wilt thou then die?

      euricles.

       We must not follow thee:

       Let us collect our few remaining friends,

       And strive—

      ægisthus.

       Away: another time my soul

       Would listen to your kind advice, for well

       I know ye love me; but no counsellors

       Must now be heard save all-directing heaven

       And my own heart: the irresolute alone

       Is swayed by others, but the blood of heroes

       Will guide itself: away, the die is cast.

       What do I see? O gracious heaven! my mother!

      SCENE IV.

       Table of Contents

      mérope, ægisthus, narbas, euricles, Attendants.

      mérope.

       Once more, Ægisthus, by the tyrant’s order,

       We meet together; he has sent me to thee:

       Think not that, after these detested nuptials,

       I mean to live; but for thy sake, my son,

       I have submitted to this shameful bondage:

       For thee alone I fear; for thee I bear

       This load of infamy: O live, Ægisthus,

       Let me entreat thee, live; ere thou canst rule

       Thou must obey, and servitude must open

       The path to vengeance; thou contemnest my weakness,

       I know thou dost; but O the more I love

       The more I fear. O my dear child—

      ægisthus.

       Be bold,

       And follow me.

      mérope.

       Alas! what wouldst thou do?

       Why, ye just gods, why was he made too virtuous?

      ægisthus.

       Seest thou my father’s tomb? dost thou not hear

       His voice? art thou a mother and a queen?

       O if thou art, come on.

      mérope.

       Methinks some god

       Inspires thy soul, and raises thee above

       The race of mortals: now I see the blood

       Of great Alcides flows through every vein,

       And animates Ægisthus: O my son,

       Give me a portion of thy noble fire,

       And raise this drooping heart!

      ægisthus.

       Hast thou no friends

       Within this fatal temple?

      mérope.

       Once I had

       A crowd of followers when I was a queen,

       But now their virtue sinks beneath the weight

       Of my misfortunes, and they bend their necks

       To this new yoke: they hate the tyrant, yet

       Have crowned him; love their queen, and yet desert her.

      ægisthus.

       By all art thou abandoned; at the altar

       Waits Poliphontes for thee?

      mérope.

       Yes.

      ægisthus.

       His soldiers,

       Do they attend him?

      mérope.

       No: he is surrounded

       By that ungrateful faithless crowd that once

       Encircled Mérope, by them upled

       To the altar, I will force for thee alone

       A passage.

      ægisthus.

       And alone I’ll follow thee:

       There shall I meet my ancestors divine;

       The gods who punish murderers will be there.

      mérope.

       Alas! these fifteen years they have contemned thee.

      ægisthus.

       They did it but to try me.

      mérope.

       What’s thy purpose?

      ægisthus.

       No matter what; let us begone: farewell

       My mournful friends, at least ye soon shall know

       The son of Mérope deserved your care.

       [To Narbas, embracing him.

       Narbas, believe me, thou shalt never blush

       To own me for thy son.

      SCENE V.

       Table of Contents

      narbas.

       What means Ægisthus?

       Alas! my cares are fruitless all and vain:

       I hoped the sure slow-moving hand of time

       Would justify the ways of heaven, and place

       The wronged Ægisthus on Messene’s throne;

       But guilt still triumphs, and my hopes are vanished;

       His courage will destroy him; death awaits

       His disobedience.

       [A noise within.

      euricles.

       Hark! they shout.

      narbas.

       Alas!

       It is the fatal signal.

      euricles.

       Let us listen.

      narbas.

       I tremble.

      euricles.

       Doubtless, at the very moment

       When Poliphontes was to wed the queen,

       She has dissolved the shameful bonds by death,

       For so her rage had purposed.

      narbas.

       Then Ægisthus

       Must perish too, she should have lived for him.

      euricles.

       The noise increases, like the rolling thunder

       Onward it comes, and every moment grows

       More dreadful.

      narbas.

       Hark! I hear on every side

       The trumpets sound, the groans of dying men,

       And clash of swords; they force the palace.

      euricles.