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I must, my daughter, in my close of life

       Aid only from my enemies expect,

       And look for vengeance in my misery

       From the usurpers of your father’s throne;

       From my own subjects who with jealous rage

       Contend for states of which I was possessed!

       They’re now my masters; once they were my slaves.

       Oh noble race of Cyrus the renowned,

       How from thy ancient glory art thou fallen!

       So vain is greatness, thou art known no more.

      olympia.

       Mother, I follow you, in this sad day

       Render me worthy of your glorious name;

       To do my duty’s all I hope for now.

      statira.

       Sprung from a king who over kings has reigned,

       Do that and equal glory thou hast gained.

      End of the Second Act.

      ACT III.

      SCENE I.

       Table of Contents

      (The Temple is shut.)

      cassander, sosthenes.

      cassander.

       [Within the porch.

       The truth prevails, no more can I suppress

       The fatal secret by my sire concealed:

       Forced to the public voice at length to yield

       To a king’s daughter I have justice done;

       Should I then longer injure royal blood

       By cruel silence keeping it concealed?

       Already I’ve incurred enough of guilt.

      sosthenes.

       A jealous rival of Olympia’s name

       Avails himself intent upon your ruin;

       The people he excites, the town’s alarmed.

       Antigones religious zeal contemns,

       And yet has blown its fire to tenfold rage.

       ’Tis thought a shocking crime in you to wed

       The daughter, you who had the mother slain.

      cassander.

       Ye gods, the keen reproaches of my heart

       Torture me more than all the Ephesians say.

       The hearts of all the citizens I’ve calmed,

       Yet still my own is by the furies torn

       Victim of love and of my cruelty.

       I would have had her all things owe to me,

       Not know a fate replete with horrors dire.

       Her sire’s dominions to her I restored.

       Transmitted from Antipater to me.

       Blest in the favors on my love conferred,

       I was to calm tranquillity restored,

       I had repaired all wrongs, and justice done.

       My heart indeed was conscious of no crime;

       I killed Statira by the chance of war,

       Even whilst I strove to save a father’s life.

       ’Twas in the heat of slaughter and of rage

       When duty to excess my valor drove;

       ’Twas in the blindness which a sable cloud

       Of horror shed upon my darkened eyes;

       I shuddered to think on it e’er I felt

       The fatal passion which enslaved my soul,

       I thought myself acquitted in the sight

       Of God and of the world, not in my own.

       Nor in Olympia’s, that’s what racks my soul:

       Despair lies that way: she must either choose

       To seal my pardon or to pierce my heart,

       This heart that burns with love’s consuming fire.

      sosthenes.

       ’Tis said, Olympia to this temple brought

       Can here retract the faith which she has sworn.

      cassander.

       I know it, Sosthenes, and if this law

       Should be abused by her my soul adores,

       Woe to my rival and the temple too;

       Though I am here a model of true zeal,

       The temple I’d a scene of vengeance make.

       But let me banish far this terror vain;

       I am beloved, her heart was ever mine;

       The god of love shall undertake my cause:

       To her upon the wings of love I fly.

      SCENE II.

       Table of Contents

      cassander, sosthenes, the hierophants.

      Coming out of the Temple.

      cassander.

       Interpreter of heaven and minister

       Of clemency, I in this solemn day

       Have from your temple banished war’s alarms:

       I have not fought against Antigones.

       Days to peace consecrated I revered;

       That peace to my distracted soul restore.

       My rites are numerous, I’ll defend them all;

       Let us conclude this marriage. But first say

       What does the daughter of the conqueror?

      the hierophants.

       My lord, Olympia duties now fulfils,

       Duties most sacred, to her heart most dear.

      cassander.

       Mine shares them. Where’s the priestess whose kind hand

       Is to present the bride and bless our loves?

      the hierophants.

       She’ll bring her quickly, may such glorious ties

       Not end in the destruction of you both.

      cassander.

       Alas! upon this very day the woes

       I long groaned under seemed to have an end.

       For the first time a moment of repose

       Seemed to becalm the troubles of my soul

      the hierophants.

       Perhaps Olympia’s woe surpasses yours.

      cassander.

       What do you say? can she have aught to fear?

      the hierophantes.

       [Going.

       Too soon you’ll know it—

      cassander.

       Stay, explain yourself.

       Do you espouse Antigones’s cause?

      the hierophantes.

       Forbid it, Heaven, that I should pass the bounds