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you should be my husband’s not in fate.

      cassander.

       I own myself unworthy of such bliss.

       I know the crimes which cruel destiny

       For both our ruin made my hand commit.

       Thinking to expiate I’ve their measure filled.

       My presence hurts you and my love insults.

       Howe’er, vouchsafe to answer: has my aid

       From war and from destruction saved your youth?

      olympia.

       Why did you save it?—

      cassander.

       Even in infancy

       Was not your innocence by me revered?

       Did I not idolize you?—

      olympia.

       That’s my grief.

      cassander.

       After acknowledging the purest flame,

       Free in your choice and mistress of yourself,

       Did you not in the presence of the gods

       Before this shrine receive my solemn vows?

      olympia.

       It is too true. May pitying Heaven avert

       The punishment I have thereby incurred

      cassander.

       I had your heart, Olympia.—

      olympia.

       Do not add

       To my distress by such a keen reproach.

       My youth ’twas easy for you to seduce;

       My ignorance and weakness you deceived:

       Your guilt’s by this enhanced, fly hence. To hear

       Your conversation is in me a crime.

      cassander.

       Beware how you a greater crime commit

       In listening to a treacherous villain’s vows.

       If for Antigones—

      olympia.

       Cease, wretched man,

       My soul rejects his vows as well as yours.

       Since I was once deluded and this hand

       Was joined to thine stained with my parents’ blood,

       No mortal to my heart shall e’er lay claim:

       Marriage, the world, and life alike I hate.

       Since now my soul is mistress of her choice,

       I without hesitation choose these tombs

       Which hide my mother, for my last retreat;

       I this asylum choose whose God alone

       My heart by thee deceived shall now possess.

       These altars I embrace, all thrones detest,

       All Asia’s thrones, but far above the rest

       That which by proud Antigones is filled.

       See me no more, go, let me mourn alone

       That promised love which now I must abhor.

      cassander.

       If then your heart my rival’s love rejects,

       You can’t deprive me of a ray of hope;

       And when your virtue a new husband shuns,

       I think a favor is conferred on me.

       Although I with your parents’ blood am stained,

       My soul, my being must depend on you;

       Wife ever dear, whose virtues turned aside

       The thunders aimed at my devoted head,

       Still o’er my soul maintained a sovereign sway

       And should your mother’s rigor have disarmed.

      olympia.

       My mother! can your tongue pronounce her name!

       Ah, if repentance, pity or soft love

       Have any influence upon your heart,

       Fly from the places she inhabits, fly

       The altars I embrace.—

      cassander.

       No, without you

       I cannot go, you must my steps attend.

       [He takes her by the hand.

       Come, dearest wife.—

      olympia.

       [Pulling back her hand.

       Then like my mother treat me,

       This bosom, to its duty faithful, pierce:

       A surer dagger plunge in this sad heart,

       To shed my blood that cruel hand was formed.

       Strike here.—

      cassander.

       Your vengeance carries you too far.

       My cruelty and violence were less.

       Heaven pardons man, you how to punish know:

       But your ingratitude exceeds all bounds

       When thus a benefactor feels your hate.

      olympia.

       Have you not by your deeds incurred my hate?

       Cassander, had thy fierce, thy bloody hand,

       Which with the murderous steel my mother gored,

       Stabbed me alone and shed no other blood,

       I could have pardoned thee and loved thee still.

       Fly, cruel man, fate wills that we should part.

      cassander.

       No, destiny itself can’t separate

       Our fates, did you Cassander more detest;

       Had you even married me to pierce my heart,

       You must my steps attend; ’tis fate’s decree.

       Let me still love you as a punishment:

       I swear by you it never will have end:

       Punish, detest your husband, don’t forsake.

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      cassander, olympia, sosthenes.

      sosthenes.

       Appear, or soon Antigones prevails:

       The gate he blocks, your warriors he harangues,

       Your friends assembled near the sacred shrine

       He strives to gain, and their fidelity

       Seems to be shaken by his daring words:

       He on Olympia calls, and on her sire;

       Tremble both for your love and for your life;

       Come.—

      cassander.

       Is it thus you sacrifice me then

       To a detested rival? I in quest

       Of death will go, since you my death desire.

      olympia.

       Alas! Olympia cannot wish thy death.

       Live distant from her.—

      cassander.

       Without thee the light

       Of heaven is odious to my eyes, and