Merope + 

A Tragedy + 

Historical Introduction + 

Apollodorus says:⁠—“Cresphontes had not reigned long in Messenia when he was murdered, together with two of his sons. And Polyphontes reigned in his stead, he, too, being of the family of Hercules; and he had for his wife, against her will, Merope, the widow of the murdered king. But Merope had borne to Cresphontes a third son, called Aepytus; him she gave to her own father to bring up. He, when he came to man’s estate, returned secretly to Messenia, and slew Polyphontes and the other murderers of his father.” + 

Hyginus says:⁠—“Merope sent away and concealed her infant son. Polyphontes sought for him everywhere in vain. He, when he grew up, laid a plan to avenge the murder of his father and brothers. In pursuance of this plan he came to king Polyphontes and reported the death of the son of Cresphontes and Merope. The king ordered him to be hospitably entertained, intending to inquire further of him. He, being very tired, went to sleep, and an old man, who was the channel through whom the mother and son used to communicate, arrived at this moment in tears, bringing word to Merope that her son had disappeared from his protector’s house, and was slain. Merope, believing that the sleeping stranger was the murderer of her son, came into the guest-chamber with an axe, not knowing that he whom she would slay was her son; the old man recognized him, and withheld Merope from slaying him. The king, Polyphontes, rejoicing at the supposed death of Aepytus, celebrated a sacrifice; his guest, pretending to strike the sacrificial victim, slew the king, and so got back his father’s kingdom.” + 

The events on which the action of the drama turns belong to the period of transition from the heroic and fabulous to the human and historic age of Greece. The hero Hercules, the ancestor of the Messenian Aepytus, belongs to fable: but the invasion of Peloponnesus by the Dorians under chiefs claiming to be descended from Hercules, and their settlement in Argos, Lacedaemon, and Messenia, belong to history. Aepytus is descended on the father’s side from Hercules, Perseus, and the kings of Argos: on the mother’s side from Pelasgus, and the aboriginal kings of Arcadia. Callisto, the daughter of the wicked Lycaon, and the mother, by Zeus, of Arcas, from whom the Arcadians took their name, was the granddaughter of Pelasgus. The birth of Arcas brought upon Callisto the anger of the virgin-goddess Artemis, whose service she followed: she was changed into a she-bear, and in this form was chased by her own son, grown to manhood. At the critical moment Zeus interposed, and the mother and son were removed from the earth, and placed among the stars: Callisto became the famous constellation of the Great Bear; her son became Arcturus, Arctophylax, or Boötes. From him, Cypselus, the maternal grandfather of Aepytus, and the children of Cypselus, Laias and Merope, were lineally descended. + 

The events of the life of Hercules, the paternal ancestor of Aepytus, are so well known that it is hardly necessary to record them. It is sufficient to remind the reader, that, although entitled to the throne of Argos by right of descent from Perseus and Danaus, and to the thrones of Sparta and Messenia by right of conquest, he yet passed his life in labours and wanderings, subjected by the decree of fate to the commands of his far inferior kinsman, the feeble and malignant Eurystheus. Hercules, who is represented with the violence as well as the virtues of an adveturous ever-warring hero, attacked and slew Eurytus, an Euboean king, with whom he had a quarrel, and carried off the daughter of Eurytus, the beautiful Iole. The wife of Hercules, Deianeira, seized with jealous anxiety, remembered that long ago the centaur Nessus, dying by the poisoned arrows of Hercules, had assued her that the blood flowing from his mortal wound would prove an infallible love-charm to win back the affections of her husband, if she should ever lose them. With this piltre Deianeira now anointed a robe of triumph, which she sent to her victorious husband: he received it when about to offer public sacrifice, and immediately put it on: but the sun’s rays called into activity the poisoned blood with which the robe was smeared: it clung to the flesh of the hero and consumed it. In dreadful agonies Hercules caused himself to be transported from Euboea to Mount Oeta: there, under the crags of Trachis, an immense funeral pile was constructed. Recognizing the divine will in the fate which had overtaken him, the hero ascended the pile, and called on his children and followers to set it on fire. They refused; but the office was performed by Poeas, the father of Philoctetes, who, passing near, was attracted by the concourse round the pile, and who received the bow and arrows of Hercules for his reward. The flames arose, and the apotheosis of Hercules was consummated. + 

He bequeathed to his offspring, the Heracleidae, his own claims to the kingdoms of Peloponnesus, and to the persecution of Eurystheus. They at first sought shelter with Ceyx, king of Trachis: he was too weak to protect them; and they then took refuge at Athens. The Athenians refused to deliver them up at the demand of Eurystheus: he invaded Attica, and a battle was fought near Marathon, in which, after Macaria, a daughter of Hercules, had devoted herself for the preservation of her house, Eurystheus fell, and the Heracleidae and their Athenian protectors were victorious. The memory of Macaria’s self-sacrifice was perpetuated by the name of a spring of water on the plain of Marathon, the spring Macaria. The Heracleidae then endeavoured to effect their return to Peloponnesus. Hyllus, the eldest of them, inquired of the oracle at Delphi respecting their return; he was told to return by the narrow passage, and in the third harvest. Accordingly, in the third year from that time, Hyllus led an army to the Isthmus of Corinth; but there he was encountered by an army of Achaians and Arcadians, and fell in single combat with Echemus, king of Tegea. Upon this defeat the Heracleidae retired to northern Greece: there, after much wandering, they finally took refuge with Aegimius, king of the Dorians, who appears to have been the fastest friend of their house, and whose Dorian warriors formed the army which at last achieved their return. But, for a hundred years from the date of their first attempt, the Heracleidae were defeated in their successive invasions of Peloponnesus. Cleolaus and Aristomachus, the son and grandson of Hyllus, fell in unsuccessful expeditions. At length the sons of Aristomachus, Temenus, Cresphontes, and Aristodemus, when grown up, repaired to Delphi and taxed the oracle with the non-fulfilment of the promise made to their ancestor Hyllus. But Apollo replied that his oracle had been misunderstood; for that by the third harvest he had meant the third generation, and by the narrow passage he had meant the straits of the Corinthian Gulf. After this explanation the sons of Aristomachus built a fleet at Naupactus; and finally, in the hundredth year from the death of Hyllus and the eightieth from the fall of Troy, the invasion was again attempted, and was this time successful. The son of Orestes, Tisamenus, who ruled both Argos and Lacedaemon, fell in battle; many of his vanquished subjects left their homes and retired to Achaia. + 

The spoil was now to be divided among the conquerors. Aristodemus, the youngest of the sons of Aristomachus, did not survive to enjoy his share. He was slain at Delphi by the sons of Pylades and Electra, the kinsman of the house of Agamemnon, that house which the Heracleidae with their Dorian army dispossessed. The claims of Aristodemus descended to his two sons, Procles and Eurysthenes, children under the guardianship of their maternal uncle, Theras. Temenus, the eldest of the sons of Aristomachus, took the kingdom of Argos; for the two remaining kingdoms, that of Sparta and that of Messenia, his two nephews, who were to rule jointly, and their uncle Cresphontes, were to cast lots. Cresphontes wished to have the fertile Messenia, and induced his brother to acquiesce in a trick which secured it to him. The lot of Cresphontes and that of his two nephews were to be placed in a water-jar, and thrown out. Messenia was to belong to him whose lot came out first. With the connivance of Temenus, Cresphontes marked as his own lot a pellet composed of baked clay; as the lot of his nephews, a pellet of unbaked clay: the unbaked pellet was of course dissolved in the water, while the brick pellet fell out alone. Messenia, therefore, was assigned to Cresphontes. + 

Messenia was at this time ruled by Melanthus, a descendant of Neleus. This ancestor, a prince of the great house of Aeolus, had come from Thessaly and succeeded to the Messenian throne on the failure of the previous dynasty. Melanthus and his race were thus foreigners in Messenia and were unpopular. His subjects offered little or no opposition to the invading Dorians; Melanthus abandoned his kingdom to Cresphontes, and retired to Athens. + 

Cresphontes married Merope, whose native country, Arcadia, was not affected by the Dorian invasion. This marriage, the issue of which was three sons, connected him with the native population of Peloponnesus. He built a new capital of Messenia, Stenyclaros, and transferred thither, from Pylos, the seat of government: he at first proposed, it is said by Pausanias, to divide Messenia into five states, and to confer on the native Messenians equal privileges with their Dorian conquerors. The Dorians complained that his administration unduly favoured the vanquished people: his chief magnates, headed by Polyphontes, himself a descendant of Hercules, formed a cabal against him, in which he was slain with his two eldest sons. The youngest son of Cresphontes, Aepytus, then an infant, was saved by his mother, who sent him to her father, Cypselus, the king of Arcadia, under whose protection he was brought up. + 

The drama begins at the moment when Aepytus, grown to manhood, returns secretly to Messenia to take vengeance on his father’s murderers. At this period Temenus was no longer reigning at Argos: he had been murdered by his sons, jealous of their brother-in-law, Deiphontes: the sons of Aristodemus, Procles and Eurysthenes, at variance with their guardian, were reigning at Sparta. + 

Persons of the Drama + 

Laias, uncle of Aepytus, brother of Merope + 

Aepytus, son of Merope and Cresphontes + 

Polyphontes, king of Messenia + 

Merope, widow of Cresphontes, the murdered king of Messenia + 

The Chorus, of Messenian maidens + 

Arcas, an old man of Merope’s household + 

Messenger + 

Guards, Attendants, etc. + 

The Scene is before the royal palace in Stenyclaros, the capital of Messenia. In the foreground is the tomb of Cresphontes. The action commences at daybreak. + 

Merope + 

Laias. Aepytus. + 

Laias + 

Son of Cresphontes, we have reach’d the goal + 

Of our night-journey, and thou see’st thy home. + 

Behold thy heritage, thy father’s realm! + 

This is that fruitful, fam’d Messenian land, + 

Wealthy in corn and flocks, which, when at last + 

The late-relenting Gods with victory brought + 

The Heracleidae back to Pelops’ isle, + 

Fell to thy father’s lot, the second prize. + 

Before thy feet this recent city spreads + 

Of Stenyclaros, which he built, and made + 

Of his fresh-conquer’d realm the royal seat, + 

Degrading Pylos from its ancient rule. + 

There stands the temple of thine ancestor, + 

Great Hercules; and, in that public place, + 

Zeus hath his altar, where thy father fell. + 

Thence to the south, behold those snowy peaks, + 

Taygetus, Laconia’s border-wall: + 

And, on this side, those confluent streams which make + 

Pamisus watering the Messenian plain: + 

Then to the north, Lycaeus and the hills + 

Of pastoral Arcadia, where, a babe + 

Snatch’d from the slaughter of thy father’s house, + 

Thy mother’s kin receiv’d thee, and rear’d up.⁠— + 

Our journey is well made, the work remains + 

Which to perform we made it; means for that + 

Let us consult, before this palace sends + 

Its inmates on their daily tasks abroad. + 

Haste and advise, for day comes on apace. + 

Aepytus + 

O brother of my mother, guardian true, + 

And second father from that hour when first + 

My mother’s faithful servant laid me down, + 

An infant, at the hearth of Cypselus, + 

My grandfather, the good Arcadian king⁠— + 

Thy part it were to advise, and mine to obey. + 

But let us keep that purpose, which, at home, + 

We judg’d the best; chance finds no better way. + 

Go thou into the city, and seek out + 

Whate’er in the Messenian people stirs + 

Of faithful fondness for their former king + 

Or hatred to their present; in this last + 

Will lie, my grandsire said, our fairest chance. + 

For tyrants make man good beyond himself; + 

Hate to their rule, which else would die away, + 

Their daily-practis’d chafings keep alive. + 

Seek this; revive, unite it, give it hope; + 

Bid it rise boldly at the signal given. + 

Meanwhile within my father’s palace I, + 

An unknown guest, will enter, bringing word + 

Of my own death; but, Laias, well I hope + 

Through that pretended death to live and reign. + 

The Chorus comes forth. + 

Softly, stand back!⁠—see, tow’rd palace gates + 

What black procession slowly makes approach?⁠— + 

Sad-chanting maidens clad in mourning robes, + 

With pitchers in their hands, and fresh-pull’d flowers: + 

Doubtless, they bear them to my father’s tomb.⁠— + 

Merope comes forth. + 

And see, to meet them, that one, grief-plung’d Form, + 

Severer, paler, statelier than they all, + 

A golden circlet on her queenly brow.⁠— + 

O Laias, Laias, let the heart speak here! + 

Shall I not greet her? shall I not leap forth? Polyphontes comes forth, following Merope. + 

Laias + 

Not so: thy heart would pay its moment’s speech + 

By silence ever after; for, behold! + 

The King (I know him, even through many years) + 

Follows the issuing Queen, who stops, as call’d. + 

No lingering now! straight to the city I: + 

Do thou, till for thine entrance to this house + 

The happy moment comes, lurk here unseen + 

Behind the shelter of thy father’s tomb: + 

Remove yet further off, if aught comes near. + 

But, here while harbouring, on its margin lay, + 

Sole offering that thou hast, locks from thy head: + 

And fill thy leisure with an earnest prayer + 

To his avenging Shade, and to the Gods + 

Who under earth watch guilty deeds of men, + 

To guide our effort to a prosperous close. Laias goes out. Polyphontes, Merope, and The Chorus come forward. As they advance, Aepytus, who at first conceals himself behind the tomb, moves off the stage. + 

Polyphontes + 

To The Chorus. + 

Set down your pitchers, maidens! and fall back; + 

Suspend your melancholy rites awhile: + 

Shortly ye shall resume them with your Queen.⁠— + 

To Merope. + 

I sought thee, Merope; I find thee thus, + 

As I have ever found thee; bent to keep, + 

By sad observances and public grief, + 

A mournful feud alive, which else would die. + 

I blame thee not, I do thy heart no wrong: + 

Thy deep seclusion, thine unyielding gloom, + 

Thine attitude of cold, estrang’d reproach, + 

These punctual funeral honours, year by year + 

Repeated, are in thee, I well believe, + 

Courageous, faithful actions, nobly dar’d. + 

But, Merope, the eyes of other men + 

Read in these actions, innocent in thee, + 

Perpetual promptings to rebellious hope, + 

War-cries to faction, year by year renew’d, + 

Beacons of vengeance, not to be let die. + 

And me, believe it, wise men gravely blame, + 

And ignorant men despise me, that I stand + 

Passive, permitting thee what course thou wilt. + 

Yes, the crowd mutters that remorseful fear + 

And paralysing conscience stop my arm, + 

When it should pluck thee from thy hostile way. + 

All this I bear, for, what I seek, I know; + 

Peace, peace is what I seek, and public calm: + 

Endless extinction of unhappy hates: + 

Union cemented for this nation’s weal. + 

And even now, if to behold me here, + 

This day, amid these rites, this black rob’d train, + 

Wakens, O Queen! remembrance in thy heart + 

Too wide at variance with the peace I seek⁠— + 

I will not violate thy noble grief, + 

The prayer I came to urge I will defer. + 

Merope + 

This day, to-morrow, yesterday, alike + 

I am, I shall be, have been, in my mind + 

Tow’rds thee; towards thy silence as thy speech. + 

Speak, therefore, or keep silence, which thou wilt. + 

Polyphontes + 

Hear me, then, speak; and let this mournful day, + 

The twentieth anniversary of strife, + 

Henceforth be honour’d as the date of peace. + 

Yes, twenty years ago this day beheld + 

The king Cresphontes, thy great husband, fall; + 

It needs no yearly offerings at his tomb + 

To keep alive that memory in my heart; + 

It lives, and, while I see the light, will live. + 

For we were kinsmen⁠—more than kinsmen⁠—friends: + 

Together we had sprung, together liv’d; + 

Together to this isle of Pelops came + 

To take the inheritance of Hercules; + 

Together won this fair Messenian land⁠— + 

Alas, that, how to rule it, was our broil! + 

He had his counsel, party, friends⁠—I mine; + 

He stood by what he wish’d for⁠—I the same; + 

I smote him, when our wishes clash’d in arms⁠— + 

He had smit me, had he been swift as I. + 

But while I smote him, Queen, I honour’d him; + 

Me, too, had he prevail’d, he had not scorn’d. + 

Enough of this!⁠—since then, I have maintain’d + 

The sceptre⁠—not remissly let it fall⁠— + 

And I am seated on a prosperous throne: + 

Yet still, for I conceal it not, ferments + 

In the Messenian people what remains + 

Of thy dead husband’s faction; vigorous once, + 

Now crush’d but not quite lifeless by his fall. + 

And these men look to thee, and from thy grief⁠— + 

Something too studiously, forgive me, shown⁠— + 

Infer thee their accomplice; and they say + 

That thou in secret nurturest up thy son, + 

Him whom thou hiddest when thy husband fell, + 

To avenge that fall, and bring them back to power. + 

Such are their hopes⁠—I ask not if by thee + 

Willingly fed or no⁠—their most vain hopes; + 

For I have kept conspiracy fast-chain’d + 

Till now, and I have strength to chain it still. + 

But, Merope, the years advance;⁠—I stand + 

Upon the threshold of old age, alone, + 

Always in arms, always in face of foes. + 

The long repressive attitude of rule + 

Leaves me austerer, sterner, than I would; + 

Old age is more suspicious than the free + 

And valiant heart of youth, or manhood’s firm, + 

Unclouded reason; I would not decline + 

Into a jealous tyrant, scourg’d with fears, + 

Closing in blood and gloom, his sullen reign. + 

The cares which might in me with time, I feel, + 

Beget a cruel temper, help me quell; + 

The breach between our parties help me close; + 

Assist me to rule mildly: let us join + 

Our hands in solemn union, making friends + 

Our factions with the friendship of their chiefs. + 

Let us in marriage, King and Queen, unite + 

Claims ever hostile else; and set thy son⁠— + 

No more an exile fed on empty hopes, + 

And to an unsubstantial title heir, + 

But prince adopted by the will of power, + 

And future king⁠—before this people’s eyes. + 

Consider him; consider not old hates: + 

Consider, too, this people, who were dear + 

To their dead king, thy husband⁠—yea, too dear, + 

For that destroy’d him. Give them peace; thou can’st. + 

O Merope, how many noble thoughts, + 

How many precious feelings of man’s heart, + 

How many loves, how many gratitudes, + 

Do twenty years wear out, and see expire! + 

Shall they not wear one hatred out as well? + 

Merope + 

Thou hast forgot, then, who I am who hear, + 

And who thou art who speakest to me? I + 

Am Merope, thy murder’d master’s wife⁠ ⁠… + 

And thou art Polyphontes, first his friend, + 

And then⁠ ⁠… his murderer. These offending tears + 

That murder draws⁠ ⁠… this breach that thou would’st close + 

Was by that murder open’d⁠ ⁠… that one child + 

(If still, indeed, he lives) whom thou would’st seat + 

Upon a throne not thine to give, is heir, + 

Because thou slew’st his brothers with their father⁠ ⁠… + 

Who can patch union here?⁠ ⁠… What can there be + 

But everlasting horror ’twixt us two, + 

Gulfs of estranging blood?⁠ ⁠… Across that chasm + 

Who can extend their hands?⁠ ⁠… Maidens, take back + 

These offerings home! our rites are spoil’d to-day. + 

Polyphontes + 

Not so: let these Messenian maidens mark + 

The fear’d and blacken’d ruler of their race, + 

Albeit with lips unapt to self-excuse, + 

Blow off the spot of murder from his name.⁠— + 

Murder!⁠—but what is murder? When a wretch + 

For private gain or hatred takes a life, + 

We call it murder, crush him, brand his name: + 

But when, for some great public cause, an arm + 

Is, without love or hate, austerely rais’d + 

Against a Power exempt from common checks, + 

Dangerous to all, to be but thus annull’d⁠— + 

Ranks any man with murder such an act? + 

With grievous deeds, perhaps; with murder⁠—no! + 

Find then such cause, the charge of murder falls: + 

Be judge thyself if it abound not here.⁠— + 

All know how weak the Eagle, Hercules, + 

Soaring from his death-pile on Oeta, left + 

His puny, callow Eaglets; and what trials⁠— + 

Infirm protectors, dubious oracles + 

Construed awry, misplann’d invasions⁠—us’d + 

Two generations of his offspring up; + 

Hardly the third, with grievous loss, regain’d + 

Their fathers’ realm, this isle, from Pelops nam’d.⁠— + 

Who made that triumph, though deferr’d, secure? + 

Who, but the kinsmen of the royal brood + 

Of Hercules, scarce Heracleidae less + 

Than they? these, and the Dorian lords, whose king + 

Aegimius gave our outcast house a home + 

When Thebes, when Athens dar’d not; who in arms + 

Thrice issued with us from their pastoral vales, + 

And shed their blood like water in our cause?⁠— + 

Such were the dispossessors: of what stamp + 

Were they we dispossessed?⁠—of us I speak, + 

Who to Messenia with thy husband came⁠— + 

I speak not now of Argos, where his brother, + 

Not now of Sparta, where his nephews reign’d:⁠— + 

What we found here were tribes of fame obscure, + 

Much turbulence, and little constancy, + 

Precariously rul’d by foreign lords + 

From the Aeolian stock of Neleus sprung, + 

A house once great, now dwindling in its sons. + 

Such were the conquer’d, such the conquerors: who + 

Had most thy husband’s confidence? Consult + 

His acts; the wife he chose was⁠—full of virtues⁠— + 

But an Arcadian princess, more akin + 

To his new subjects than to us; his friends + 

Were the Messenian chiefs; the laws he fram’d + 

Were aim’d at their promotion, our decline; + 

And, finally, this land, then half-subdued, + 

Which from one central city’s guarded seat + 

As from a fastness in the rocks our scant + 

Handful of Dorian conquerors might have curb’d, + 

He parcell’d out in five confederate states, + 

Sowing his victors thinly through them all, + 

Mere prisoners, meant or not, among our foes. + 

If this was fear of them, it sham’d the king: + 

If jealousy of us, it shamed the man.⁠— + 

Long we refrain’d ourselves, submitted long, + 

Construed his acts indulgently, rever’d, + 

Though found perverse, the blood of Hercules: + 

Reluctantly the rest; but, against all, + 

One voice preach’d patience, and that voice was mine. + 

At last it reach’d us, that he, still mistrustful, + 

Deeming, as tyrants deem, our silence hate, + 

Unadulating grief conspiracy, + 

Had to this city, Stenyclaros, call’d + 

A general assemblage of the realm, + 

With compact in that concourse to deliver, + 

For death, his ancient to his new-made friends. + 

Patience was thenceforth self-destruction. I, + 

I his chief kinsman, I his pioneer + 

And champion to the throne, I honouring most + 

Of men the line of Hercules, preferr’d + 

The many of that lineage to the one: + 

What his foes dar’d not, I, his lover, dar’d; + 

I, at that altar, where mid shouting crowds + 

He sacrific’d, our ruin in his heart, + 

To Zeus, before he struck his blow, struck mine: + 

Struck once, and aw’d his mob, and sav’d this realm. + 

Murder let others call this, if they will; + 

I, self-defence and righteous execution. + 

Merope + 

Alas, how fair a colour can his tongue, + 

Who self-exculpates, lend to foulest deeds. + 

Thy trusting lord didst thou, his servant, slay; + 

Kinsman, thou slew’st thy kinsman; friend, thy friend: + 

This were enough; but let me tell thee, too, + 

Thou hadst no cause, as feign’d, in his misrule. + 

For ask at Argos, asked in Lacedaemon, + 

Whose people, when the Heracleidae came, + 

Were hunted out, and to Achaia fled, + 

Whether is better, to abide alone, + 

A wolfish band, in a dispeopled realm, + 

Or conquerors with conquer’d to unite + 

Into one puissant folk, as he design’d? + 

These sturdy and unworn Messenian tribes, + 

Who shook the fierce Neleidae on their throne, + 

Who to the invading Dorians stretch’d a hand, + 

And half bestow’d, half yielded up their soil⁠— + 

He would not let his savage chiefs alight, + 

A cloud of vultures, on this vigorous race; + 

Ravin a little while in spoil and blood, + 

Then, gorg’d and helpless, be assail’d and slain. + 

He would have sav’d you from your furious selves, + 

Not in abhorr’d estrangement let you stand; + 

He would have mix’d you with your friendly foes, + 

Foes dazzled with your prowess, well inclin’d + 

To reverence your lineage, more, to obey: + 

So would have built you, in a few short years, + 

A just, therefore a safe, supremacy. + 

For well he knew, what you, his chiefs, did not⁠— + 

How of all human rules the over-tense + 

Are apt to snap; the easy-stretch’d endure.⁠— + 

O gentle wisdom, little understood! + 

O arts above the vulgar tyrant’s reach! + 

O policy too subtle far for sense + 

Of heady, masterful, injurious men! + 

This good he meant you, and for this he died. + 

Yet not for this⁠—else might thy crime in part + 

Be error deem’d⁠—but that pretence is vain. + 

For, if ye slew him for suppos’d misrule, + 

Injustice to his kin and Dorian friends, + 

Why with the offending father did ye slay + 

Two unoffending babes, his innocent sons? + 

Why not on them have plac’d the forfeit crown, + 

Rul’d in their name, and train’d them to your will? + 

Had they misrul’d? had they forgot their friends? + 

Forsworn their blood? ungratefully had they + 

Preferr’d Messenian serfs to Dorian lords? + 

No: but to thy ambition their poor lives + 

Were bar; and this, too, was their father’s crime. + 

That thou might’st reign he died, not for his fault + 

Even fancied; and his death thou wroughtest chief. + 

For, if the other lords desir’d his fall + 

Hotlier than thou, and were by thee kept back, + 

Why dost thou only profit by his death? + 

Thy crown condemns thee, while thy tongue absolves. + 

And now to me thou tenderest friendly league, + 

And to my son reversion to thy throne: + 

Short answer is sufficient; league with thee, + 

For me I deem such impious; and for him, + 

Exile abroad more safe than heirship here. + 

Polyphontes + 

I ask thee not to approve thy husband’s death, + 

No, nor expect thee to admit the grounds, + 

In reason good, which justified my deed: + 

With women the heart argues, not the mind. + 

But, for thy children’s death, I stand assoil’d: + 

I sav’d them, meant them honour: but thy friends + 

Rose, and with fire and sword assailed my house + 

By night; in that blind tumult they were slain. + 

To chance impute their deaths, then, not to me. + 

Merope + 

Such chance as kill’d the father, kill’d the sons. + 

Polyphontes + 

One son at least I spar’d, for still he lives. + 

Merope + 

Tyrants think him they murder not they spare. + 

Polyphontes + 

Not much a tyrant thy free speech displays me. + 

Merope + 

Thy shame secures my freedom, not thy will. + 

Polyphontes + 

Shame rarely checks the genuine tyrant’s will. + 

Merope + 

One merit, then, thou hast: exult in that. + 

Polyphontes + 

Thou standest out, I see, repellest peace. + 

Merope + 

Thy sword repell’d it long ago, not I. + 

Polyphontes + 

Doubtless thou reckonest on the help of friends. + 

Merope + 

Not help of men, although, perhaps, of Gods. + 

Polyphontes + 

What Gods? the Gods of concord, civil weal? + 

Merope + 

No: the avenging Gods, who punish crime. + 

Polyphontes + 

Beware! from thee upbraidings I receive + 

With pity, nay, with reverence; yet, beware! + 

I know, I know how hard it is to think + 

That right, that conscience pointed to a deed, + 

Where interest seems to have enjoin’d it too. + 

Most men are led by interest; and the few + 

Who are not, expiate the general sin, + 

Involv’d in one suspicion with the base. + 

Dizzy the path and perilous the way + 

Which in a deed like mine a just man treads, + 

But it is sometimes trodden, oh! believe it. + 

Yet how canst thou believe it? therefore thou + 

Hast all impunity. Yet, lest thy friends, + 

Embolden’d by my lenience, think it fear, + 

And count on like impunity, and rise, + 

And have to thank thee for a fall, beware! + 

To rule this kingdom I intend: with sway + 

Clement, if may be, but to rule it: there + 

Expect no wavering, no retreat, no change.⁠— + 

And now I leave thee to these rites, esteem’d + 

Pious, but impious, surely, if their scope + 

Be to foment old memories of wrath. + 

Pray, as thou pour’st libations on this tomb, + 

To be deliver’d from thy foster’d hate, + 

Unjust suspicion, and erroneous fear. Polyphontes goes into the palace. The Chorus and Merope approach the tomb with their offerings. + 

The Chorus + 

Draw, draw near to the tomb. + 

Lay honey-cakes on its marge, + 

Pour the libation of milk, + 

Deck it with garlands of flowers. + 

Tears fall thickly the while! + 

Behold, O King from the dark + 

House of the grave, what we do. + 

O Arcadian hills, + 

Send us the Youth whom ye hide, + 

Girt with his coat for the chase, + 

With the low broad hat of the tann’d + 

Hunter o’ershadowing his brow: + 

Grasping firm, in his hand + 

Advanc’d, two javelins, not now + 

Dangerous alone to the deer. + 

Merope + 

What shall I bear, O lost + 

Husband and King, to thy grave?⁠— + 

Pure libations, and fresh + 

Flowers? But thou, in the gloom, + 

Discontented, perhaps, + 

Demandest vengeance, not grief? + 

Sternly requirest a man, + 

Light to spring up to thy house? + 

The Chorus + 

Vengeance, O Queen, is his due, + 

His most just prayer: yet his house⁠— + 

If that might soothe him below⁠— + 

Prosperous, mighty, came back + 

In the third generation, the way + 

Order’d by Fate, to their home. + 

And now, glorious, secure, + 

Fill the wealth-giving thrones + 

Of their heritage, Pelops’ isle. + 

Merope + 

Suffering sent them, Death + 

March’d with them, Hatred and Strife + 

Met them entering their halls. + 

For from the day when the first + 

Heracleidae receiv’d + 

That Delphic hest to return, + 

What hath involv’d them, but blind + 

Error on error, and blood? + 

The Chorus + 

Truly I hear of a Maid + 

Of that stock born, who bestow’d + 

Her blood that so she might make + 

Victory sure to her race, + 

When the fight hung in doubt: but she now, + 

Honour’d and sung of by all, + 

Far on Marathon plain, + 

Gives her name to the spring + 

Macaria, blessed Child. + 

Merope + 

She led the way of death. + 

And the plain of Tegea, + 

And the grave of Orestes⁠— + 

Where, in secret seclusion + 

Of his unreveal’d tomb, + 

Sleeps Agamemnon’s unhappy, + 

Matricidal, world-fam’d, + 

Seven-cubit-statur’d son⁠— + 

Sent forth Echemus, the victor, the king, + 

By whose hand, at the Isthmus, + 

At the Fate-denied Straits, + 

Fell the eldest of the sons of Hercules, + 

Hyllus, the chief of his house.⁠— + 

Brother follow’d sister + 

The all-wept way. + 

The Chorus + 

Yes; but his son’s seed, wiser-counsell’d, + 

Sail’d by the Fate-meant Gulf to their conquest; + 

Slew their enemies’ king, Tisamenus. + 

Wherefore accept that happier omen! + 

Yet shall restorer appear to the race. + 

Merope + 

Three brothers won the field, + 

And to two did Destiny + 

Give the thrones that they conquer’d. + 

But the third, what delays him + 

From his unattain’d crown?⁠ ⁠… + 

Ah Pylades and Electra, + 

Ever faithful, untir’d, + 

Jealous, blood-exacting friends! + 

Ye lie watching for the foe of your kin, + 

In the passes of Delphi, + 

In the temple-built gorge.⁠— + 

There the youngest of the band of conquerors + 

Perish’d, in sight of the goal. + 

Grandson follow’d sire + 

The all-wept way. + 

The Chorus + 

Thou tellest the fate of the last + 

Of the three Heracleidae. + 

Not of him, of Cresphontes thou shared’st the lot. + 

A king, a king was he while he liv’d, + 

Swaying the sceptre with predestin’d hand. + 

And now, minister lov’d, + 

Holds rule⁠— + 

Merope + 

Ah me⁠ ⁠… Ah⁠ ⁠… + 

The Chorus + 

For the awful Monarchs below. + 

Merope + 

Thou touchest the worst of my ills. + 

Oh had he fallen of old + 

At the Isthmus, in fight with his foes, + 

By Achaian, Arcadian spear! + 

Then had his sepulchre risen + 

On the high sea-bank, in the sight + 

Of either Gulf, and remain’d + 

All-regarded afar, + 

Noble memorial of worth + 

Of a valiant Chief, to his own. + 

The Chorus + 

There rose up a cry in the streets + 

From the terrified people. + 

From the altar of Zeus, from the crowd, came a wail. + 

A blow, a blow was struck, and he fell, + 

Sullying his garment with dark-streaming blood: + 

While stood o’er him a Form⁠— + 

Some Form⁠— + 

Merope + 

Ah me.⁠ ⁠… Ah.⁠ ⁠… + 

The Chorus + 

Of a dreadful Presence of fear. + 

Merope + 

More piercing the second cry rang, + 

Wail’d from the palace within, + 

From the Children.⁠ ⁠… The Fury to them, + 

Fresh from their father, draws near. + 

Ah bloody axe! dizzy blows! + 

In these ears, they thunder, they ring, + 

These poor ears, still:⁠—and these eyes + 

Night and day see them fall, + 

Fiery phantoms of death, + 

On the fair, curl’d heads of my sons. + 

The Chorus + 

Not to thee only hath come + 

Sorrow, O Queen, of mankind. + 

Had not Electra to haunt + 

A palace defil’d by a death unaveng’d, + 

For years, in silence, devouring her heart? + 

But her nursling, her hope, came at last. + 

Thou, too, rearest in hope, + 

Far ’mid Arcadian hills, + 

Somewhere, in safety, a nursling, a light. + 

Yet, yet shall Zeus bring him home! + 

Yet shall he dawn on this land! + 

Merope + 

Him in secret, in tears, + 

Month after month, through the slow-dragging year, + 

Longing, listening to, I wait, I implore. + 

But he comes not. What dell, + 

O Erymanthus! from sight + 

Of his mother, which of thy glades, + 

O Lycaeus! conceals + 

The happy hunter? He basks + 

In youth’s pure morning, nor thinks + 

On the blood-stain’d home of his birth. + 

The Chorus + 

Give not thy heart to despair. + 

No lamentation can loose + 

Prisoners of death from the grave: + 

But Zeus, who accounteth thy quarrel his own, + 

Still rules, still watches, and numb’reth the hours + 

Till the sinner, the vengeance, be ripe. + 

Still, by Acheron stream, + 

Terrible Deities thron’d + 

Sit, and make ready the serpent, the scourge. + 

Still, still the Dorian boy, + 

Exil’d, remembers his home. + 

Merope + 

Him if high-ruling Zeus + 

Bring to his mother, the rest I commit, + 

Willing, patient, to Zeus, to his care. + 

Blood I ask not. Enough + 

Sated, and more than enough, + 

Are mine eyes with blood. But if this, + 

O my comforters! strays + 

Amiss from Justice, the Gods + 

Forgive my folly, and work + 

What they will!⁠—but to me give my son! + 

The Chorus + 

Hear us and help us, Shade of our King! + 

Merope + 

A return, O Father! give to thy boy! + 

The Chorus + 

Send an avenger, Gods of the dead! + 

Merope + 

An avenger I ask not: send me my son! + 

The Chorus + 

O Queen, for an avenger to appear, + 

Thinking that so I pray’d aright, I pray’d: + 

If I pray’d wrongly, I revoke the prayer. + 

Merope + 

Forgive me, maidens, if I seem too slack + 

In calling vengeance on a murderer’s head. + 

Impious I deem the alliance which he asks; + 

Requite him words severe, for seeming kind; + 

And righteous, if he falls, I count his fall. + 

With this, to those unbrib’d inquisitors, + 

Who in man’s inmost bosom sit and judge, + 

The true avengers these, I leave his deed, + 

By him shown fair, but, I believe, most foul. + 

If these condemn him, let them pass his doom! + 

That doom obtain effect, from Gods or men! + 

So be it! yet will that more solace bring + 

To the chaf’d heart of Justice than to mine.⁠— + 

To hear another tumult in these streets, + 

To have another murder in these halls, + 

To see another mighty victim bleed⁠— + 

There is small comfort for a woman here. + 

A woman, O my friends, has one desire⁠— + 

To see secure, to live with, those she loves. + 

Can Vengeance give me back the murdered? no! + 

Can it bring home my child? Ah, if it can, + 

I pray the Furies’ ever-restless band, + 

And pray the Gods, and pray the all-seeing Sun⁠— + 

“Sun, who careerest through the height of Heaven, + 

When o’er the Arcadian forests thou art come, + 

And seest my stripling hunter there afield, + 

Put tightness in thy gold-embossèd rein, + 

And check thy fiery steeds, and, leaning back, + 

Throw him a pealing word of summons down, + 

To come, a late avenger, to the aid + 

Of this poor soul who bare him, and his sire.” + 

If this will bring him back, be this my prayer!⁠— + 

But Vengeance travels in a dangerous way, + 

Double of issue, full of pits and snares + 

For all who pass, pursuers and pursued⁠— + 

That way is dubious for a mother’s prayer. + 

Rather on thee I call, Husband belov’d!⁠— + 

May Hermes, herald of the dead, convey + 

My words below to thee, and make thee hear.⁠— + 

Bring back our son! if may be, without blood! + 

Install him in thy throne, still without blood! + 

Grant him to reign there wise and just like thee, + 

More fortunate than thee, more fairly judg’d! + 

This for our son: and for myself I pray, + 

Soon, having once beheld him, to descend + 

Into the quiet gloom, where thou art now. + 

These words to thine indulgent ear, thy wife, + 

I send, and these libations pour the while. They make their offerings at the tomb. Merope then goes towards the palace. + 

The Chorus + 

The dead hath now his offerings duly paid. + 

But whither go’st thou hence, O Queen, away? + 

Merope + 

To receive Arcas, who to-day should come, + 

Bringing me of my boy the annual news. + 

The Chorus + 

No certain news if like the rest it run. + 

Merope + 

Certain in this, that ’tis uncertain still. + 

The Chorus + 

What keeps him in Arcadia from return? + 

Merope + 

His grandsire and his uncles fear the risk. + 

The Chorus + 

Of what? it lies with them to make risk none. + 

Merope + 

Discovery of a visit made by stealth. + 

The Chorus + 

With arms then they should send him, not by stealth. + 

Merope + 

With arms they dare not, and by stealth they fear. + 

The Chorus + 

I doubt their caution little suits their ward. + 

Merope + 

The heart of youth I know; that most I fear. + 

The Chorus + 

I augur thou wilt hear some bold resolve. + 

Merope + 

I dare not wish it; but, at least, to hear + 

That my son still survives, in health, in bloom; + 

To hear that still he loves, still longs for, me, + 

Yet, with a light uncareworn spirit, turns + 

Quick from distressful thought, and floats in joy⁠— + 

Thus much from Arcas, my old servant true, + 

Who sav’d him from these murderous halls a babe, + 

And since has fondly watch’d him night and day + 

Save for this annual charge, I hope to hear. + 

If this be all, I know not; but I know, + 

These many years I live for this alone. Merope goes in. + 

The Chorus + 

Much is there which the Sea + 

Conceals from man, who cannot plumb its depths. + 

Air to his unwing’d form denies a way, + 

And keeps its liquid solitudes unscal’d. + 

Even Earth, whereon he treads, + 

So feeble is his march, so slow, + 

Holds countless tracts untrod. + 

But more than all unplumb’d, + 

Unscaled, untrodden, is the heart of Man. + 

More than all secrets hid, the way it keeps. + 

Nor any of our organs so obtuse, + 

Inaccurate, and frail, + 

As those with which we try to test + 

Feelings and motives there. + 

Yea, and not only have we not explor’d + 

That wide and various world, the heart of others, + 

But even our own heart, that narrow world + 

Bounded in our own breast, we hardly know, + 

Of our own actions dimly trace the causes. + 

Whether a natural obscureness, hiding + 

That region in perpetual cloud, + 

Or our own want of effort, be the bar. + 

Therefore⁠—while acts are from their motives judged, + 

And to one act many most unlike motives, + 

This pure, that guilty, may have each impell’d⁠— + 

Power fails us to try clearly if that cause + 

Assign’d us by the actor be the true one: + 

Power fails the man himself to fix distinctly + 

The cause which drew him to his deed, + 

And stamp himself, thereafter, bad or good. + 

The most are bad, wise men have said + 

Let the best rule, they say again. + 

The best, then, to dominion hath the right. + 

Rights unconceded and denied, + 

Surely, if rights, may be by force asserted⁠— + 

May be, nay should, if for the general weal. + 

The best, then, to the throne may carve his way, + 

And hew opposers down, + 

Free from all guilt of lawlessness, + 

Or selfish lust of personal power: + 

Bent only to serve Virtue, + 

Bent to diminish wrong. + 

And truly, in this ill-rul’d world, + 

Well sometimes may the good desire + 

To give to Virtue her dominion due. + 

Well may he long to interrupt + 

The reign of Folly, usurpation ever, + 

Though fenc’d by sanction of a thousand years. + 

Well thirst to drag the wrongful ruler down; + 

Well purpose to pen back + 

Into the narrow path of right, + 

The ignorant, headlong multitude, + 

Who blindly follow ever, + 

Blind leaders, to their bane. + 

But who can say, without a fear: + 

That best, who ought to rule, am I; + 

The mob, who ought to obey, are these; + 

I the one righteous, they the many bad?⁠— + 

Who, without check of conscience, can aver + 

That he to power makes way by arms, + 

Sheds blood, imprisons, banishes, attaints, + 

Commits all deeds the guilty oftenest do, + 

Without a single guilty thought, + 

Arm’d for right only, and the general good? + 

Therefore, with censure unallay’d, + 

Therefore, with unexcepting ban, + 

Zeus and pure-thoughted Justice brand + 

Imperious self-asserting Violence. + 

Sternly condemn the too bold man, who dares + 

Elect himself Heaven’s destin’d arm. + 

And, knowing well man’s inmost heart infirm, + 

However noble the committer be, + 

His grounds however specious shown, + 

Turn with averted eyes from deeds of blood. + 

Thus, though a woman, I was school’d + 

By those whom I revere. + 

Whether I learnt their lessons well, + 

Or, having learnt them, well apply + 

To what hath in this house befall’n, + 

If in the event be any proof, + 

The event will quickly show. Aepytus comes in. + 

Aepytus + 

Maidens, assure me if they told me true + 

Who told me that the royal house was here. + 

The Chorus + 

Rightly they told thee, and thou art arriv’d. + 

Aepytus + 

Here, then, it is, where Polyphontes dwells? + 

The Chorus + 

He doth: thou hast both house and master right. + 

Aepytus + 

Might some one straight inform him he is sought? + 

The Chorus + 

Inform him that thyself, for here he comes. Polyphontes comes forth, with Attendants and Guards. + 

Aepytus + 

O King, all hail! I come with weighty news: + 

Most likely, grateful; but, in all case, sure. + 

Polyphontes + 

Speak them, that I may judge their kind myself. + 

Aepytus + 

Accept them in one word, for good or bad: + 

Aepytus, the Messenian prince, is dead! + 

Polyphontes + 

Dead!⁠—and when died he? where? and by what hand? + 

And who art thou, who bringest me such news? + 

Aepytus + 

He perish’d in Arcadia, where he liv’d + 

With Cypselus; and two days since he died. + 

One of the train of Cypselus am I. + 

Polyphontes + 

Instruct me of the manner of his death. + 

Aepytus + 

That will I do, and to this end I came. + 

For, being of like age, of birth not mean, + 

The son of an Arcadian noble, I + 

Was chosen his companion from a boy; + 

And on the hunting-rambles which his heart, + 

Unquiet, drove him ever to pursue + 

Through all the lordships of the Arcadian dales, + 

From chief to chief, I wander’d at his side, + 

The captain of his squires, and his guard. + 

On such a hunting-journey, three morns since, + 

With beaters, hounds, and huntsmen, he and I + 

Set forth from Tegea, the royal town. + 

The prince at start seem’d sad, but his regard + 

Clear’d with blithe travel and the morning air. + 

We rode from Tegea, through the woods of oaks, + 

Past Arnê spring, where Rhea gave the babe + 

Poseidon to the shepherd-boys to hide + 

From Saturn’s search among the new-yean’d lambs, + 

To Mantineia, with its unbak’d walls; + 

Thence, by the Sea-God’s Sanctuary and the tomb + 

Whither from wintry Maenalus were brought + 

The bones of Arcas, whence our race is nam’d, + 

On, to the marshy Orchomenian plain, + 

And the Stone Coffins;⁠—then, by Caphyae Cliffs, + 

To Pheneos with its craggy citadel. + 

There, with the chief of that hill-town, we lodg’d + 

One night; and the next day, at dawn, far’d on + 

By the Three Fountains and the Adder’s Hill + 

To the Stymphalian Lake, our journey’s end, + 

To draw the coverts on Cyllene’s side. + 

There, on a grassy spur which bathes its root + 

Far in the liquid lake, we sate, and drew + 

Cates from our hunters’ pouch, Arcadian fare, + 

Sweet chestnuts, barley-cakes, and boar’s-flesh dried: + 

And as we ate, and rested there, we talk’d + 

Of places we had pass’d, sport we had had, + 

Of beasts of chase that haunt the Arcadian hills, + 

Wild hog, and bear, and mountain-deer, and roe: + 

Last, of our quarters with the Arcadian chiefs. + 

For courteous entertainment, welcome warm, + 

Sad, reverential homage, had our prince + 

From all, for his great lineage and his woes: + 

All which he own’d, and prais’d with grateful mind. + 

But still over his speech a gloom there hung, + 

As of one shadow’d by impending death; + 

And strangely, as we talk’d, he would apply + 

The story of spots mention’d to his own; + 

Telling us, Arnê minded him, he too + 

Was sav’d a babe, but to a life obscure, + 

Which he, the seed of Hercules, dragg’d on + 

Inglorious, and should drop at last unknown, + 

Even as those dead unepitaph’d, who lie + 

In the stone coffins at Orchomenus. + 

And, then, he bade remember how we pass’d + 

The Mantinean Sanctuary, forbid + 

To foot of mortal, where his ancestor, + 

Nam’d Aepytus like him, having gone in, + 

Was blinded by the outgushing springs of brine. + 

Then, turning westward to the Adder’s Hill⁠— + 

Another ancestor, nam’d, too, like me, + 

Died of a snake-bite, said he, on that brow: + 

Still at his mountain tomb men marvel, built + 

Where, as life ebb’d, his bearers laid him down. + 

So he play’d on; then ended, with a smile: + 

This region is not happy for my race. + 

We cheer’d him; but, that moment, from the copse + 

By the lake-edge, broke the sharp cry of hounds; + 

The prickers shouted that the stag was gone: + 

We sprang upon our feet, we snatch’d our spears, + 

We bounded down the swarded slope, we plung’d + 

Through the dense ilex-thickets to the dogs. + 

Far in the woods ahead their music rang; + 

And many times that morn we cours’d in ring + 

The forests round that belt Cyllene’s side; + 

Till I, thrown out and tired, came to halt + 

On that same spur where we had sate at morn. + 

And resting there to breathe, I saw below + 

Rare, straggling hunters, foil’d by brake and crag, + 

And the prince, single, pressing on the rear + 

Of that unflagging quarry and the hounds. + 

Now, in the woods far down, I saw them cross + 

An open glade; now he was high aloft + 

On some tall scar fring’d with dark feathery pines, + 

Peering to spy a goat-track down the cliff, + 

Cheering with hand, and voice, and horn his dogs. + 

At last the cry drew to the water’s edge⁠— + 

And through the brushwood, to the pebbly strand, + 

Broke, black with sweat, the antler’d mountain-stag, + 

And took the lake: two hounds alone pursued; + 

Then came the prince⁠—he shouted and plung’d in.⁠— + 

There is a chasm rifted in the base + 

Of that unfooted precipice, whose rock + 

Walls on one side the deep Stymphalian Lake: + 

There the lake-waters, which in ages gone + 

Wash’d, as the marks upon the hills still show, + 

All the Stymphalian plain, are now suck’d down. + 

A headland, with one agèd plane-tree crown’d, + 

Parts from this cave-pierc’d cliff the shelving bay + 

Where first the chase plung’d in: the bay is smooth, + 

But round the headland’s point a current sets, + 

Strong, black, tempestuous, to the cavern-mouth. + 

Stoutly, under the headland’s lee, they swam: + 

But when they came abreast the point, the race + 

Caught them, as wind takes feathers, whirl’d them round + 

Struggling in vain to cross it, swept them on, + 

Stag, dogs, and hunter, to the yawning gulf. + 

All this, O King, not piecemeal, as to thee + 

Now told, but in one flashing instant pass’d: + 

While from the turf whereon I lay I sprang, + 

And took three strides, quarry and dogs were gone; + 

A moment more⁠—I saw the prince turn round + 

Once in the black and arrowy race, and cast + 

One arm aloft for help; then sweep beneath + 

The low-brow’d cavern-arch, and disappear. + 

And what I could, I did⁠—to call by cries + 

Some straggling hunters to my aid, to rouse + 

Fishers who live on the lake-side, to launch + 

Boats, and approach, near as we dar’d, the chasm. + 

But of the prince nothing remain’d, save this, + 

His boar-spear’s broken shaft, back on the lake + 

Cast by the rumbling subterranean stream; + 

And this, at landing spied by us and sav’d, + 

His broad-brimm’d hunter’s hat, which, in the bay, + 

Where first the stag took water, floated still. + 

And I across the mountains brought with haste + 

To Cypselus, at Basilis, this news: + 

Basilis, his new city, which he now + 

Near Lycosura builds, Lycaon’s town, + 

First city founded on the earth by men. + 

He to thee sends me on, in one thing glad + 

While all else grieves him, that his grandchild’s death + 

Extinguishes distrust ’twixt him and thee. + 

But I from our deplor’d mischance learn this⁠— + 

The man who to untimely death is doom’d, + 

Vainly you hedge him from the assault of harm; + 

He bears the seed of ruin in himself. + 

The Chorus. + 

So dies the last shoot of our royal tree! + 

Who shall tell Merope this heavy news? + 

Polyphontes + 

Stranger, this news thou bringest is too great + 

For instant comment, having many sides + 

Of import, and in silence best receiv’d, + 

Whether it turn at last to joy or woe. + 

But thou, the zealous bearer, hast no part + 

In what it hath of painful, whether now, + 

First heard, or in its future issue shown. + 

Thou for thy labour hast deserv’d our best + 

Refreshment, needed by thee, as I judge, + 

With mountain-travel and night-watching spent.⁠— + 

To the guest-chamber lead him, some one! give + 

All entertainment which a traveller needs, + 

And such as fits a royal house to show; + 

To friends, still more, and labourers in our cause. Attendants conduct Aepytus within the palace. + 

The Chorus + 

The youth is gone within; alas! he bears + 

A presence sad for some one through those doors. + 

Polyphontes + 

Admire then, maidens, how in one short hour + 

The schemes, pursued in vain for twenty years, + 

Are by a stroke, though undesir’d, complete. + 

Crown’d with success, not in my way, but Heaven’s! + 

This at a moment, too, when I had urg’d + 

A last, long-cherish’d project, in my aim + 

Of concord, and been baffled with disdain. + 

Fair terms of reconcilement, equal rule, + 

I offer’d to my foes, and they refus’d: + 

Worse terms than mine they have obtain’d from Heaven. + 

Dire is this blow for Merope; and I + 

Wish’d, truly wish’d, solution to our broil + 

Other than by this death; but it hath come! + 

I speak no word of boast, but this I say, + 

A private loss here founds a nation’s peace. Polyphontes goes out. + 

The Chorus + 

Peace, who tarriest too long; + 

Peace, with Delight in thy train; + 

Come, come back to our prayer! + 

Then shall the revel again + 

Visit our streets, and the sound + 

Of the harp be heard with the pipe, + 

When the flashing torches appear + 

In the marriage-train coming on, + 

With dancing maidens and boys: + 

While the matrons come to the doors, + 

And the old men rise from their bench, + 

When the youths bring home the bride. + 

Not decried by my voice + 

He who restores thee shall be, + 

Not unfavour’d by Heaven. + 

Surely no sinner the man, + 

Dread though his acts, to whose hand + 

Such a boon to bring hath been given. + 

Let her come, fair Peace! let her come! + 

But the demons long nourish’d here, + 

Murder, Discord, and Hate, + 

In the stormy desolate waves + 

Of the Thracian Sea let her leave, + 

Or the howling outermost Main. Merope comes forth. + 

Merope + 

A whisper through the palace flies of one + 

Arriv’d from Tegea with weighty news; + 

And I came, thinking to find Arcas here. + 

Ye have not left this gate, which he must pass” + 

Tell me⁠—hath one not come? or, worse mischance, + 

Come, but been intercepted by the King? + 

The Chorus + 

A messenger, sent from Arcadia here, + 

Arriv’d, and of the King had speech but now. + 

Merope + 

Ah me! the wrong expectant got his news. + 

The Chorus + 

The message brought was for the King design’d. + 

Merope + 

How so? was Arcas not the messenger? + 

The Chorus + 

A younger man, and of a different name. + 

Merope + 

And what Arcadian news had he to tell? + 

The Chorus + 

Learn that from other lips, O Queen, than mine. + 

Merope + 

He kept his tale, then, for the King alone? + 

The Chorus + 

His tale was meeter for that ear than thine. + 

Merope + 

Why dost thou falter, and make half reply? + 

The Chorus + 

O thrice unhappy, how I groan thy fate! + 

Merope + 

Thou frightenest and confound’st me by thy words. + 

O were but Arcas come, all would be well! + 

The Chorus + 

If so, all’s well: for look, the old man speeds + 

Up from the city tow’rds this gated hill. Arcas comes in. + 

Merope + 

Not with the failing breath and foot of age + 

My faithful follower comes. Welcome, old friend! + 

Arcas + 

Faithful, not welcome, when my tale is told. + 

O that my over-speed and bursting grief + 

Had on the journey chok’d my labouring breath, + 

And lock’d my speech for ever in my breast! + 

Yet then another man would bring this news.⁠— + 

O honour’d Queen, thy son, my charge, is gone. + 

The Chorus + 

Too suddenly thou tellest such a loss. + 

Look up, O Queen! look up, O mistress dear! + 

Look up, and see thy friends who comfort thee. + 

Merope + 

Ah⁠ ⁠… Ah⁠ ⁠… Ah me! + 

The Chorus + 

And I, too, say, ah me! + 

Arcas + 

Forgive, forgive the bringer of such news! + 

Merope + 

Better from thine than from an enemy’s tongue. + 

The Chorus + 

And yet no enemy did this, O Queen: + 

But the wit-baffling will and hand of Heaven. + 

Arcas + 

No enemy! and what hast thou, then, heard? + 

Swift as I came, hath Falsehood been before? + 

The Chorus + 

A youth arriv’d but now, the son, he said, + 

Of an Arcadian lord, our prince’s friend, + 

Jaded with travel, clad in hunter’s garb. + 

He brought report that his own eyes had seen + 

The prince, in chase after a swimming stag, + 

Swept down a chasm rifted in the cliff + 

Which hangs o’er the Stymphalian Lake, and drown’d. + 

Arcas + 

Ah me! with what a foot doth Treason post, + 

While Loyalty, with all her speed, is slow! + 

Another tale, I trow, thy messenger + 

For the King’s private ear reserves, like this + 

In one thing only, that the prince is dead. + 

The Chorus + 

And how then runs this true and private tale? + 

Arcas + 

As much to the King’s wish, more to his shame. + 

This young Arcadian noble, guard and mate + 

To Aepytus, the king seduc’d with gold, + 

And had him at the prince’s side in leash, + 

Ready to slip on his unconscious prey. + 

He on a hunting party three days since, + 

Among the forests on Cyllene’s side, + 

Perform’d good service for his bloody wage; + 

The prince, and the good Laias, whom his ward + 

Had in a father’s place, he basely murder’d. + 

Take this for true, the other tale for feign’d. + 

The Chorus + 

And this perfidious murder who reveal’d? + 

Arcas + 

The faithless murderer’s own, no other tongue. + 

The Chorus + 

Did conscience goad him to denounce himself? + 

Arcas + 

To Cypselus at Basilis he brought + 

This strange unlikely tale, the prince was drown’d. + 

The Chorus + 

But not a word appears of murder here. + 

Arcas + 

Examin’d close, he own’d this story false. + 

Then evidence came⁠—his comrades of the hunt, + 

Who saw the prince and Laias last with him, + 

Never again in lifes⁠—next, agents, fee’d + 

To ply ’twixt the Messenian king and him, + 

Spoke, and reveal’d that traffic, and the traitor. + 

So charg’d, he stood dumb-founder’d: Cypselus, + 

On this suspicion, cast him into chains. + 

Thence he escap’d⁠—and next I find him here. + 

The Chorus + 

His presence with the King, thou mean’st, implies⁠— + 

Arcas + 

He comes to tell his prompter he hath sped. + 

The Chorus + 

Still he repeats the drowning story here. + 

Arcas + 

To thee⁠—that needs no Oedipus to explain. + 

The Chorus + 

Interpret, then; for we, it seems, are dull. + 

Arcas + 

Your King desired the profit of his death, + 

Not the black credit of his murderer. + 

That stern word “murder” had too dread a sound + 

For the Messenian hearts, who lov’d the prince. + 

The Chorus + 

Suspicion grave I see, but no firm proof. + 

Merope + 

Peace! peace! all’s clear.⁠—The wicked watch and work + 

While the good sleep: the workers have the day. + 

He who was sent hath sped, and now comes back, + 

To chuckle with his sender o’er the game + 

Which foolish innocence plays with subtle guilt. + 

Ah! now I comprehend the liberal grace + 

Of this far-scheming tyrant, and his boon + 

Of heirship to his kingdom for my son: + 

He had his murderer ready, and the sword + 

Lifted, and that unwish’d-for heirship void⁠— + 

A tale, meanwhile, forg’d for his subjects’ ears: + 

And me, henceforth sole rival with himself + 

In their allegiance, me, in my son’s death-hour, + 

When all turn’d tow’rds me, me he would have shown + 

To my Messenians, dup’d, disarm’d, despis’d, + 

The willing sharer of his guilty rule, + 

All claim to succour forfeit, to myself + 

Hateful, by each Messenian heart abhorr’d.⁠— + 

His offers I repelled⁠—but what of that? + 

If with no rage, no fire of righteous hate, + 

Such as ere now hath spurr’d to fearful deeds + 

Weak women with a thousandth part my wrongs, + 

But calm, but unresentful, I endur’d + 

His offers, coldly heard them, cold repell’d? + 

While all this time I bear to linger on + 

In this blood-delug’d palace, in whose halls + 

Either a vengeful Fury I should stalk, + 

Or else not live at all!⁠—but here I haunt, + 

A pale, unmeaning ghost, powerless to fright + 

Or harm, and nurse my longing for my son, + 

A helpless one, I know it:⁠—but the Gods + 

Have temper’d me e’en thus; and, in some souls, + 

Misery, which rouses others, breaks the spring. + 

And even now, my son, ah me! my son, + 

Fain would I fade away, as I have liv’d, + 

Without a cry, a struggle, or a blow, + 

All vengeance unattempted, and descend + 

To the invisible plains, to roam with thee, + 

Fit denizen, the lampless under-world⁠— + 

But with what eyes should I encounter there + 

My husband, wandering with his stern compeers, + 

Amphiaraos, or Mycenae’s king, + 

Who led the Greeks to Ilium, Agamemnon, + 

Betray’d like him, but, not like him, aveng’d? + 

Or with what voice shall I the questions meet + 

Of my two elder sons, slain long ago, + 

Who sadly ask me, what, if not revenge, + 

Kept me, their mother, from their side so long? + 

Or how reply to thee, my child last-born, + 

Last-murder’d, who reproachfully wilt say⁠— + 

Mother, I well believ’d thou lived’st on + 

In the detested palace of thy foe, + 

With patience on thy face, death in thy heart, + 

Counting, till I grew up, the laggard years, + 

That our joint hands might then together pay + 

To our unhappy house the debt we owe. + 

My death makes my debt void, and doubles thine⁠— + 

But down thou fleest here, and leav’st our scourge + 

Triumphant, and condemnest all our race + 

To lie in gloom, for ever unappeas’d. + 

What shall I have to answer to such words?⁠— + 

No, something must be dar’d; and, great as erst + 

Our dastard patience, be our daring now! + 

Come, ye swift Furies, who to him ye haunt + 

Permit no peace till your behests are done; + 

Come Hermes, who dost watch the unjustly kill’d, + 

And can’st teach simple ones to plot and feign; + 

Come, lightning Passion, that with foot of fire + 

Advancest to the middle of a deed + 

Almost before ’tis plann’d; come, glowing Hate; + 

Come, baneful Mischief, from thy murky den + 

Under the dripping black Tartarean cliff + 

Which Styx’s awful waters trickle down⁠— + 

Inspire this coward heart, this flagging arm! + 

How say ye, maidens, do ye know these prayers? + 

Are these words Merope’s⁠—is this voice mine? + 

Old man, old man, thou had’st my boy in charge, + 

And he is lost, and thou hast that to atone. + 

Fly, find me on the instant where confer + 

The murderer and his impious setter-on: + 

And ye, keep faithful silence, friends, and mark + 

What one weak woman can achieve alone. + 

Arcas + 

O mistress, by the Gods, do nothing rash! + 

Merope + 

Unfaithful servant, dost thou, too, desert me? + 

Arcas + 

I go! I go!⁠—yet, Queen, take this one word: + 

Attempting deeds beyond thy power to do, + 

Thou nothing profitest thy friends, but mak’st + 

Our misery more, and thine own ruin sure. Arcas goes out. + 

The Chorus + 

I have heard, O Queen, how a prince, + 

Agamemnon’s son, in Mycenae, + 

Orestes, died but in name, + 

Lived for the death of his foes. + 

Merope + 

Peace! + 

The Chorus + 

What is it? + 

Merope + 

Alas, + 

Thou destroyest me! + 

The Chorus + 

How? + 

Merope + 

Whispering hope of a life + 

Which no stranger unknown, + 

But the faithful servant and nurse, + 

Whose tears warrant his truth, + 

Bears sad witness is lost. + 

The Chorus + 

Wheresoe’er men are, there is grief. + 

In a thousand countries, a thousand + 

Homes, e’en now is there wail; + 

Mothers lamenting their sons. + 

Merope + 

Yes⁠— + 

The Chorus + 

Thou knowest it? + 

Merope + 

This, + 

Who lives, witnesses. + 

The Chorus + 

True. + 

Merope + 

But, is it only a fate + 

Sure, all-common, to lose + 

In a land of friends, by a friend, + 

One last, murder-sav’d child? + 

The Chorus + 

Ah me! + 

Merope + 

Thou confessest the prize + 

In the rushing, thundering, mad, + 

Cloud-envelop’d, obscure, + 

Unapplauded, unsung + 

Race of calamity, mine? + 

The Chorus + 

None can truly claim that + 

Mournful preeminence, not + 

Thou. + 

Merope + 

Fate gives it, ah me! + 

The Chorus + 

Not, above all, in the doubts, + 

Double and clashing, that hang⁠— + 

Merope + 

What then? + 

Seems it lighter, my loss, + 

If, perhaps, unpierc’d by the sword, + 

My child lies in his jagg’d + 

Sunless prison of rock, + 

On the black wave borne to and fro? + 

The Chorus + 

Worse, far worse, if his friend, + 

If the Arcadian within, + 

If⁠— + 

Merope + 

With a start. + 

How say’st thou? within?⁠ ⁠… + 

The Chorus + 

He in the guest-chamber now, + 

Faithlessly murder’d his friend. + 

Merope + 

Ye, too, ye, too, join to betray, then + 

Your Queen! + 

The Chorus + 

What is this? + 

Merope + 

Ye knew, + 

O false friends! into what + 

Haven the murderer had dropp’d? + 

Ye kept silence? + 

The Chorus + 

In fear, + 

O lov’d mistress! in fear, + 

Dreading thine over-wrought mood, + 

What I knew, I conceal’d. + 

Merope + 

Swear by the Gods henceforth to obey me! + 

The Chorus + 

Unhappy one, what deed + 

Purposes thy despair? + 

I promise; but I fear. + 

Merope + 

From the altar, the unavenged tomb, + 

Fetch me the sacrifice-axe!⁠— + 

The Chorus goes towards the tomb of Cresphontes, and their leader brings back the axe. + 

O Husband, O cloth’d + 

With the grave’s everlasting, + 

All-covering darkness! O King, + 

Well-mourn’d, but ill-aveng’d! + 

Approv’st thou thy wife now?⁠— + 

The axe!⁠—who brings it? + 

The Chorus + 

’Tis here! + 

But thy gesture, thy look, + 

Appals me, shakes me with awe. + 

Merope + 

Thrust back now the bolt of that door! + 

The Chorus + 

Alas! alas!⁠— + 

Behold the fastenings withdrawn + 

Of the guest-chamber door!⁠— + 

Ah! I beseech thee⁠—with tears⁠— + 

Merope + 

Throw the door open! + 

The Chorus + 

’Tis done!⁠ ⁠… The door of the house is thrown open: the interior of the guest-chamber is discovered, with Aepytus asleep on a couch. + 

Merope + 

He sleeps⁠—sleeps calm. O ye all-seeing Gods! + 

Thus peacefully do ye let sinners sleep, + 

While troubled innocents toss, and lie awake? + 

What sweeter sleep than this could I desire + 

For thee, my child, if thou wert yet alive? + 

How often have I dream’d of thee like this, + 

With thy soil’d hunting-coat, and sandals torn, + 

Asleep in the Arcadian glens at noon, + 

Thy head droop’d softly, and the golden curls + 

Clustering o’er thy white forehead, like a girl’s; + 

The short proud lip showing thy race, thy cheeks + 

Brown’d with thine open-air, free, hunter’s life. + 

Ah me!⁠ ⁠… + 

And where dost thou sleep now, my innocent boy?⁠— + 

In some dark fir-tree’s shadow, amid rocks + 

Untrodden, on Cyllene’s desolate side; + 

Where travellers never pass, where only come + 

Wild beasts, and vultures sailing overhead. + 

There, there thou liest now, my hapless child! + 

Stretch’d among briers and stones, the slow, black gore + 

Oozing through thy soak’d hunting-shirt, with limbs + 

Yet stark from the death-struggle, tight-clench’d hands, + 

And eyeballs staring for revenge in vain. + 

Ah miserable!⁠ ⁠… + 

And thou, thou fair-skinn’d Serpent! thou art laid + 

In a rich chamber, on a happy bed, + 

In a king’s house, thy victim’s heritage; + 

And drink’st untroubled slumber, to sleep off + 

The toils of thy foul service, till thou wake + 

Refresh’d, and claim thy master’s thanks and gold.⁠— + 

Wake up in hell from thine unhallow’d sleep, + 

Thou smiling Fiend, and claim thy guerdon there! + 

Wake amid gloom, and howling, and the noise + 

Of sinners pinion’d on the torturing wheel, + 

And the stanch Furies’ never-silent scourge. + 

And bid the chief-tormentors there provide + 

For a grand culprit shortly coming down. + 

Go thou the first, and usher in thy lord! + 

A more just stroke than that thou gav’st my son + 

Take⁠—Merope advances towards the sleeping Aepytus, with the axe uplifted. At the same moment Arcas re-enters. + 

Arcas + 

To the Chorus. + 

Not with him to council did the King + 

Carry his messenger, but left him here. + 

Sees Merope and Aepytus. + 

O Gods!⁠ ⁠… + 

Merope + 

Foolish old man, thou spoil’st my blow! + 

Arcas + 

What do I see?⁠ ⁠… + 

Merope + 

A murderer at death’s door. + 

Therefore no words! + 

Arcas + 

A murderer?⁠ ⁠… + 

Merope + 

And a captive + 

To the dear next-of-kin of him he murder’d. + 

Stand, and let vengeance pass! + 

Arcas + 

Hold, O Queen, hold! + 

Thou know’st not whom thou strik’st.⁠ ⁠… + 

Merope + 

I know his crime. + 

Arcas + 

Unhappy one! thou strik’st⁠— + 

Merope + 

A most just blow. + 

Arcas + 

No, by the Gods, thou slay’st⁠— + 

Merope + 

Stand off! + 

Arcas + 

Thy son! + 

Merope + 

Ah!⁠ ⁠… She lets the axe drop, and falls insensible. + 

Aepytus + 

Awaking. + 

Who are these? What shrill, ear-piercing scream + 

Wakes me thus kindly from the perilous sleep + 

Wherewith fatigue and youth had bound mine eyes, + 

Even in the deadly palace of my foe?⁠— + 

Arcas! Thou here? + 

Arcas + 

Embracing him. + 

O my dear master! O + 

My child, my charge belov’d, welcome to life! + 

As dead we held thee, mourn’d for thee as dead. + 

Aepytus + 

In word I died, that I in deed might live. + 

But who are these? + 

Arcas + 

Messenian maidens, friends. + 

Aepytus + 

And, Arcas!⁠—but I tremble! + 

Arcas + 

Boldly ask. + 

Aepytus + 

That black-rob’d, swooning figure?⁠ ⁠… + 

Arcas + 

Merope. + 

Aepytus + 

O mother! mother! + 

Merope + 

Who upbraids me? Ah!⁠ ⁠… Seeing the axe. + 

Aepytus + 

Upbraids thee? no one. + 

Merope + 

Thou dost well: but take⁠ ⁠… + 

Aepytus + 

What wav’st thou off? + 

Merope + 

That murderous axe away! + 

Aepytus + 

Thy son is here. + 

Merope + 

One said so, sure, but now. + 

Aepytus + 

Here, here thou hast him! + 

Merope + 

Slaughter’d by this hand!⁠ ⁠… + 

Aepytus + 

No, by the Gods, alive and like to live! + 

Merope + 

What, thou?⁠—I dream⁠— + 

Aepytus + 

May’st thou dream ever so! + 

Merope + 

Advancing towards him. + 

My child? unhurt?⁠ ⁠… + 

Aepytus + 

Only by over joy. + 

Merope + 

Art thou, then, come?⁠ ⁠… + 

Aepytus + 

Never to part again. They fall into one another’s arms. Then Merope, holding Aepytus by the hand, turns to The Chorus. + 

Merope + 

O kind Messenian maidens, O my friends, + 

Bear witness, see, mark well, on what a head + 

My first stroke of revenge had nearly fallen! + 

The Chorus + 

We see, dear mistress: and we say, the Gods, + 

As hitherto they kept him, keep him now. + 

Merope + 

O my son! + 

I have, I have thee⁠ ⁠… the years + 

Fly back, my child! and thou seem’st + 

Ne’er to have gone from these eyes, + 

Never been torn from this breast. + 

Aepytus + 

Mother, my heart runs over: but the time + 

Presses me, chides me, will not let me weep. + 

Merope + 

Fearest thou now? + 

Aepytus + 

I fear not, but I think on my design. + 

Merope + 

At the undried fount of this breast, + 

A babe, thou smilest again. + 

Thy brothers play at my feet, + 

Early-slain innocents! near, + 

Thy kind-speaking father stands. + 

Aepytus + 

Remember, to revenge his death I come! + 

Merope + 

Ah⁠ ⁠… revenge! + 

That word! it kills me! I see + 

Once more roll back on my house, + 

Never to ebb, the accurs’d + 

All-flooding ocean of blood. + 

Aepytus + 

Mother, sometimes the justice of the Gods + 

Appoints the way to peace through shedding blood. + 

Merope + 

Sorrowful peace! + 

Aepytus + 

And yet the only peace to us allow’d. + 

Merope + 

From the first-wrought vengeance is born + 

A long succession of crimes. + 

Fresh blood flows, calling for blood: + 

Fathers, sons, grandsons, are all + 

One death-dealing vengeful train. + 

Aepytus + 

Mother, thy fears are idle: for I come + 

To close an old wound, not to open new. + 

In all else willing to be taught, in this + 

Instruct me not; I have my lesson clear.⁠— + 

Arcas, seek out my uncle Laias, now + 

Conferring in the city with our friends; + 

Here bring him, ere the king come back from council: + 

That, how to accomplish what the Gods enjoin, + 

And the slow-ripening time at last prepares, + 

We two with thee, my mother, may consult: + 

For whose help dare I count on if not thine? + 

Merope + 

Approves my brother Laias this design? + 

Aepytus + 

Yes, and alone is with me here to share. + 

Merope + 

And what of thine Arcadian mate, who bears + 

Suspicion from thy grandsire of thy death, + 

For whom, as I suppose, thou passest here? + 

Aepytus + 

Sworn to our plot he is: but, that surmise + 

Fix’d him the author of my death, I knew not. + 

Merope + 

Proof, not surmise, shows him in commerce close⁠— + 

Aepytus + 

With this Messenian tyrant⁠—that I know. + 

Merope + 

And entertain’st thou, child, such dangerous friends? + 

Aepytus + 

This commerce for my best behoof he plies. + 

Merope + 

That thou may’st read thine enemy’s counsel plain? + 

Aepytus + 

Too dear his secret wiles have cost our house. + 

Merope + 

And of his unsure agent what demands he? + 

Aepytus + 

News of my business, pastime, temper, friends. + 

Merope + 

His messages, then, point not to thy murder? + 

Aepytus + 

Not yet; though such, no doubt, his final aim. + 

Merope + 

And what Arcadian helpers bring’st thou here? + 

Aepytus + 

Laias alone; no errand mine for crowds. + 

Merope + 

On what relying, to crush such a foe? + 

Aepytus + 

One sudden stroke, and the Messenians’ love. + 

Merope + 

O thou long-lost, long seen in dreams alone, + 

But now seen face to face, my only child! + 

Why wilt thou fly to lose as soon as found + 

My new-won treasure, thy belovèd life? + 

Or how expectest not to lose, who com’st + 

With such slight means to cope with such a foe? + 

Thine enemy thou know’st not, nor his strength. + 

The stroke thou purposest is desperate, rash⁠— + 

Yet grant that it succeeds;⁠—thou hast behind + 

The stricken king a second enemy + 

Scarce dangerous less than him, the Dorian lords. + 

These are not now the savage band who erst + 

Follow’d thy father from their northern hills, + 

Mere ruthless and uncounsell’d tools of war, + 

Good to obey, without a leader naught. + 

Their chief hath train’d them, made them like himself, + 

Sagacious, men of iron, watchful, firm, + 

Against surprise and sudden panic proof: + 

Their master fall’n, these will not flinch, but band + 

To keep their master’s power: thou wilt find + 

Behind his corpse their hedge of serried spears. + 

But, to match these, thou hast the people’s love? + 

On what a reed, my child, thou leanest there! + 

Knowest thou not how timorous, how unsure, + 

How useless an ally a people is + 

Against the one and certain arm of power? + 

Thy father perish’d in this people’s cause, + 

Perish’d before their eyes, yet no man stirr’d: + 

For years, his widow, in their sight I stand, + 

A never-changing index to revenge⁠— + 

What help, what vengeance, at their hands have I?⁠— + 

At least, if thou wilt trust them, try them first: + 

Against the King himself array the host + 

Thou countest on to back thee ’gainst his lords: + 

First rally the Messenians to thy cause, + 

Give them cohesion, purpose, and resolve, + 

Marshal them to an army⁠—then advance, + 

Then try the issue; and not, rushing on + 

Single and friendless, give to certain death + 

That dear-belov’d, that young, that gracious head. + 

Be guided, O my son! spurn counsel not: + 

For know thou this, a violent heart hath been + 

Fatal to all the race of Hercules. + 

The Chorus + 

With sage experience she speaks; and thou, + 

O Aepytus, weigh well her counsel given. + 

Aepytus + 

Ill counsel, in my judgment, gives she here, + 

Maidens, and reads experience much amiss; + 

Discrediting the succour which our cause + 

Might from the people draw, if rightly us’d: + 

Advising us a course which would, indeed, + 

If follow’d, make their succour slack and null. + 

A people is no army, train’d to fight, + 

A passive engine, at their general’s will; + 

And, if so us’d, proves, as thou say’st, unsure. + 

A people, like a common man, is dull, + 

Is lifeless, while its heart remains untouch’d; + 

A fool can drive it, and a fly may scare: + 

When it admires and loves, its heart awakes; + 

Then irresistibly it lives, it works: + 

A people, then, is an ally indeed; + 

It is ten thousand fiery wills in one. + 

Now I, if I invite them to run risk + 

Of life for my advantage, and myself, + 

Who chiefly profit, run no more than they⁠— + 

How shall I rouse their love, their ardour so? + 

But, if some signal, unassisted stroke, + 

Dealt at my own sole risk, before their eyes, + 

Announces me their rightful prince return’d⁠— + 

The undegenerate blood of Hercules⁠— + 

The daring claimant of a perilous throne⁠— + 

How might not such a sight as this revive + 

Their loyal passion tow’rd my father’s house? + 

Electrify their hearts? make them no more + 

A craven mob, but a devouring fire? + 

Then might I use them, then, for one who thus + 

Spares not himself, themselves they will not spare. + 

Haply, had but one daring soul stood forth + 

To rally them and lead them to revenge, + 

When my great father fell, they had replied:⁠— + 

Alas! our foe alone stood forward then. + 

And thou, my mother, hadst thou made a sign⁠— + 

Hadst thou, from thy forlorn and captive state + 

Of widowhood in these polluted halls, + 

Thy prison-house, rais’d one imploring cry⁠— + 

Who knows but that avengers thou hadst found? + 

But mute thou sat’st, and each Messenian heart + 

In thy despondency desponded too. + 

Enough of this!⁠—Though not a finger stir + 

To succour me in my extremest need; + 

Though all free spirits in this land were dead, + 

And only slaves and tyrants left alive⁠— + 

Yet for me, mother, I had liefer die + 

On native ground, than drag the tedious hours + 

Of a protected exile any more. + 

Hate, duty, interest, passion call one way;]: + 

Here stand I now, and the attempt shall be. + 

The Chorus + 

Prudence is on the other side; but deeds + 

Condemn’d by prudence have sometimes gone well. + 

Merope + 

Not till the ways of prudence all are tried, + 

And tried in vain, the turn of rashness comes. + 

Thou leapest to thy deed, and hast not ask’d + 

Thy kinsfolk and thy father’s friends for aid. + 

Aepytus + 

And to what friends should I for aid apply? + 

Merope + 

The royal race of Temenus, in Argos⁠— + 

Aepytus + 

That house, like ours, intestine murder maims. + 

Merope + 

Thy Spartan cousins, Procles and his brother⁠— + 

Aepytus + 

Love a won cause, but not a cause to win. + 

Merope + 

My father, then, and his Arcadian chiefs⁠— + 

Aepytus + 

Mean still to keep aloof from Dorian broil. + 

Merope + 

Wait, then, until sufficient help appears. + 

Aepytus + 

Orestes in Mycenae had no more. + 

Merope + 

He to fulfil an order rais’d his hand. + 

Aepytus + 

What order more precise had he than I? + 

Merope + 

Apollo peal’d it from his Delphian cave. + 

Aepytus + 

A mother’s murder needed hest divine. + 

Merope + 

He had a hest, at least, and thou hast none. + 

Aepytus + 

The Gods command not where the heart speaks clear. + 

Merope + 

Thou wilt destroy, I see, thyself and us. + 

Aepytus + 

O suffering! O calamity! how ten, + 

How twentyfold worse are ye, when your blows + 

Not only wound the sense, but kill the soul, + 

The noble thought, which is alone the man! + 

That I, to-day returning, find myself + 

Orphan’d of both my parents⁠—by his foes + 

My father, by your strokes my mother slain!⁠— + 

For this is not my mother, who dissuades, + 

At the dread altar of her husband’s tomb, + 

His son from vengeance on his murderer; + 

And not alone dissuades him, but compares + 

His just revenge to an unnatural deed, + 

A deed so awful, that the general tongue + 

Fluent of horrors, falters to relate it⁠— + 

Of darkness so tremendous, that its author, + 

Though to his act empower’d, nay, impell’d, + 

By the oracular sentence of the Gods, + 

Fled, for years after, o’er the face of earth, + 

A frenzied wanderer, a God-driven man, + 

And hardly yet, some say, hath found a grave⁠— + 

With such a deed as this thou matchest mine, + 

Which Nature sanctions, which the innocent blood + 

Clamours to find fulfill’d, which good men praise, + 

And only bad men joy to see undone? + 

O honour’d father! hide thee in thy grave + 

Deep as thou canst, for hence no succour comes; + 

Since from thy faithful subjects what revenge + 

Canst thou expect, when thus thy widow fails? + 

Alas! an adamantine strength indeed, + 

Past expectation, hath thy murderer built: + 

For this is the true strength of guilty kings, + 

When they corrupt the souls of those they rule. + 

The Chorus + 

Zeal makes him most unjust: but, in good time, + 

Here, as I guess, the noble Laias comes. + 

Laias + 

Break off, break off your talking, and depart + 

Each to his post, where the occasion calls; + 

Lest from the council-chamber presently + 

The King return, and find you prating here. + 

A time will come for greetings; but to-day + 

The hour for words is gone, is come for deeds. + 

Aepytus + 

O princely Laias! to what purpose calls + 

The occasion, if our chief confederate fails? + 

My mother stands aloof, and blames our deed. + 

Laias + 

My royal sister?⁠ ⁠… but, without some cause, + 

I know, she honours not the dead so ill. + 

Merope + 

Brother, it seems thy sister must present, + 

At this first meeting after absence long, + 

Not welcome, exculpation to her kin: + 

Yet exculpation needs it, if I seek, + 

A woman and a mother, to avert + 

Risk from my new-restor’d, my only son?⁠— + 

Sometimes, when he was gone, I wish’d him back, + 

Risk what he might; now that I have him here, + 

Now that I feed mine eyes on that young face, + 

Hear that fresh voice, and clasp that gold-lock’d head, + 

I shudder, Laias, to commit my child + 

To Murder’s dread arena, where I saw + 

His father and his ill-starr’d brethren fall: + 

I loathe for him the slippery way of blood; + 

I ask if bloodless means may gain his end. + 

In me the fever of revengeful hate, + 

Passion’s first furious longing to imbrue + 

Our own right hand in the detested blood + 

Of enemies, and count their dying groans⁠— + 

If in this feeble bosom such a fire + 

Did ever burn⁠—is long by time allay’d, + 

And I would now have Justice strike, not me. + 

Besides⁠—for from my brother and my son + 

I hide not even this⁠—the reverence deep, + 

Remorseful, tow’rd my hostile solitude, + 

By Polyphontes never fail’d-in once + 

Through twenty years; his mournful anxious zeal + 

To efface in me the memory of his crime⁠— + 

Though it efface not that, yet makes me wish + 

His death a public, not a personal act, + 

Treacherously plotted ’twixt my son and me; + 

To whom this day he came to proffer peace, + 

Treaty, and to this kingdom for my son + 

Heirship, with fair intent, as I believe:⁠— + 

For that he plots thy death, account it false; + 

To Aepytus. + 

Number it with the thousand rumours vain, + 

Figments of plots, wherewith intriguers fill + 

The enforcèd leisure of an exile’s ear:⁠— + 

Immers’d in serious state-craft is the King, + 

Bent above all to pacify, to rule, + 

Rigidly, yet in settled calm, this realm; + 

Not prone, all say, to useless bloodshed now.⁠— + 

So much is due to truth, even tow’rds our foe. + 

To Laias. + 

Do I, then, give to usurpation grace, + 

And from his natural rights my son debar? + 

Not so: let him⁠—and none shall be more prompt + 

Than I to help⁠—raise his Messenian friends; + 

Let him fetch succours from Arcadia, gain + 

His Argive or his Spartan cousins’ aid; + 

Let him do this, do aught but recommence + 

Murder’s uncertain, secret, perilous game⁠— + 

And I, when to his righteous standard down + 

Flies Victory wing’d, and Justice raises then + 

Her sword, will be the first to bid it fall. + 

If, haply, at this moment, such attempt + 

Promise not fair, let him a little while + 

Have faith, and trust the future and the Gods. + 

He may⁠—for never did the Gods allow + 

Fast permanence to an ill-gotten throne.⁠— + 

These are but woman’s words;⁠—yet, Laias, thou + 

Despise them not! for, brother, thou, like me, + 

Wert not among the feuds of warrior-chiefs, + 

Each sovereign for his dear-bought hour, born; + 

But in the pastoral Arcadia rear’d, + 

With Cypselus our father, where we saw + 

The simple patriarchal state of kings, + 

Where sire to son transmits the unquestion’d crown, + 

Unhack’d, unsmirch’d, unbloodied, and have learnt + 

That spotless hands unshaken sceptres hold. + 

Having learnt this, then, use thy knowledge now. + 

The Chorus + 

Which way to lean I know not: bloody strokes + 

Are never free from doubt, though sometimes due. + 

Laias + 

O Merope, the common heart of man + 

Agrees to deem some deeds so horrible, + 

That neither gratitude, nor tie of race, + 

Womanly pity, nor maternal fear, + 

Nor any pleader else, shall be indulg’d + 

To breathe a syllable to bar revenge. + 

All this, no doubt, thou to thyself hast urg’d⁠— + 

Time presses, so that theme forbear I now: + 

Direct to thy dissuasions I reply. + 

Blood-founded thrones, thou say’st, are insecure; + 

Our father’s kingdom, because pure, is safe. + 

True; but what cause to our Arcadia gives + 

Its privileg’d immunity from blood, + 

But that, since first the black and fruitful Earth + 

In the primeval mountain-forests bore + 

Pelasgus, our forefather and mankind’s, + 

Legitimately sire to son, with us, + 

Bequeaths the allegiance of our shepherd-tribes, + 

More loyal, as our line continues more?⁠— + 

How can your Heracleidan chiefs inspire + 

This awe which guards our earth-sprung, lineal kings? + 

What permanence, what stability like ours, + 

Whether blood flows or no, can yet invest + 

The broken order of your Dorian thrones, + 

Fix’d yesterday, and ten times chang’d since then?⁠— + 

Two brothers, and their orphan nephews, strove + 

For the three conquer’d kingdoms of this isle: + 

The eldest, mightiest brother, Temenus, took + 

Argos: a juggle to Cresphontes gave + 

MesseniaL to those helpless Boys, the lot + 

Worst of the three, the stony Sparta, fell. + 

August, indeed, was the foundation here! + 

What followed?⁠—His most trusted kinsman slew + 

Cresphontes in Messenia; Temenus + 

Perish’d in Argos by his jealous sons: + 

The Spartan Brothers with their guardian strive:⁠— + 

Can houses thus ill-seated⁠—thus embroil’d⁠— + 

Thus little founded in their subjects’ love, + 

Practise the indulgent, bloodless policy + 

Of dynasties long-fix’d, and honour’d long? + 

No! Vigour and severity must chain + 

Popular reverence to these recent lines; + 

Be their first-founded order strict maintain’d⁠— + 

Their murder’d rulers terribly avenged⁠— + 

Ruthlessly their rebellious subjects crush’d.⁠— + 

Since policy bids thus, what fouler death + 

Than thine illustrious husband’s to avenge + 

Shall we select?⁠—than Polyphontes, what + 

More daring and more grand offender find? + 

Justice, my sister, long demands this blow, + 

And Wisdom, now thou see’st, demands it too: + 

To strike it, then, dissuade thy son no more; + 

For to live disobedient to these two, + 

Justice and Wisdom, is no life at all. + 

The Chorus + 

The Gods, O mistress dear! the hard-soul’d man, + 

Who spar’d not others, bid not us to spare. + 

Merope + 

Alas! against my brother, son, and friends, + 

One, and a woman, how can I prevail?⁠— + 

O brother! thou hast conquer’d; yet, I fear.⁠ ⁠… + 

Son! with a doubting heart thy mother yields⁠ ⁠… + 

May it turn happier than my doubts portend! + 

Laias + 

Meantime on thee the task of silence only + 

Shall be impos’d; to us shall be the deed. + 

Now, not another word, but to our act! + 

Nephew! thy friends are sounded, and prove true: + 

Thy father’s murderer, in the public place, + 

Performs, this noon, a solemn sacrifice: + 

Go with him⁠—choose the moment⁠—strike thy blow! + 

If prudence counsels thee to go unarm’d, + 

The sacrificer’s axe will serve thy turn. + 

To me and the Messenians leave the rest, + 

With the Gods’ aid⁠—and, if they give but aid + 

As our just cause deserves, I do not fear. Aepytus, Laias, and Arcas go out. + 

The Chorus + 

O Son and Mother, + 

Whom the Gods o’ershadow + 

In dangerous trial, + 

With certainty of favour! + 

As erst they shadow’d + 

Your race’s founders + 

From irretrievable woe: + 

When the seed of Lycaon + 

Lay forlorn, lay outcast, + 

Callisto and her Boy. + 

What deep-grass’d meadow + 

At the meeting valleys⁠— + 

Where clear-flowing Ladon, + 

Most beautiful of waters, + 

Receives the river + 

Whose trout are vocal, + 

The Aroanian stream⁠— + 

Without home, without mother, + 

Hid the babe, hid Arcas, + 

The nursling of the dells? + 

But the sweet-smelling myrtle, + 

And the pink-flower’d oleander, + 

And the green agnus-castus, + 

To the West-Wind’s murmur, + 

Rustled round his cradle; + 

And Maia rear’d him. + 

Then, a boy, he startled, + 

In the snow-fill’d hollows + 

Of high Cyllene, + 

The white mountain-birds; + 

Or surpris’d, in the glens, + 

The basking tortoises, + 

Whose striped shell founded + 

In the hand of Hermes + 

The glory of the lyre. + 

But his mother, Callisto, + 

In her hiding-place of the thickets + 

Of the lentisk and ilex + 

In her rough form, fearing + 

The hunter on the outlook, + 

Poor changeling! trembled. + 

Or the children, plucking + 

In the thorn-chok’d gullies + 

Wild gooseberries, scar’d her, + 

The shy mountain-bear. + 

Or the shepherds, on slopes + 

With pale-spik’d lavender + 

And crisp thyme tufted, + 

Came upon her, stealing + 

At daybreak through the dew. + 

Once, ’mid those gorges, + 

Spray-drizzled, lonely, + 

Unclimb’d by man⁠— + 

O’er whose cliffs the townsmen + 

Of crag-perch’d Nonacris + 

Behold in summer + 

The slender torrent + 

Of Styx come dancing, + 

A wind-blown thread⁠— + 

By the precipices of Khelmos, + 

The fleet, desperate hunter, + 

The youthful Arcas, born of Zeus, + 

His fleeing mother, + 

Transform’d Callisto, + 

Unwitting follow’d⁠— + 

And raised his spear. + 

Turning, with piteous + 

Distressful longing, + 

Sad, eager eyes, + 

Mutely she regarded + 

Her well-known enemy. + 

Low moans half utter’d + 

What speech refus’d her; + 

Tears cours’d, tears human, + 

Down those disfigur’d, + 

Once human cheeks. + 

With unutterable foreboding + 

Her son, heart-stricken, ey’d her. + 

The Gods had pity, made them Stars. + 

Stars now they sparkle + 

In the northern Heaven; + 

The guard Arcturus, + 

The guard-watch’d Bear. + 

So, o’er thee and thy child, + 

Some God, Merope, now, + 

In dangerous hour, stretches his hand. + 

So, like a star, dawns thy son, + 

Radiant with fortune and joy. Polyphontes comes in. + 

Polyphontes + 

O Merope, the trouble on thy face + 

Tells me enough thou know’st the news which all + 

Messenia speaks: the prince, thy son, is dead. + 

Not from my lips should consolation fall; + 

To offer that, I come not; but to urge, + 

Even after news of this sad death, our league. + 

Yes, once again I come; I will not take + 

This morning’s angry answer for thy last: + 

To the Messenian kingdom thou and I + 

Are the sole claimants left; what cause of strife + 

Lay in thy son is buried in his grave. + 

Most honourably I meant, I call the Gods + 

To witness, offering him return and power: + 

Yet, had he liv’d, suspicion, jealousy, + 

Inevitably had surg’d up, perhaps, + 

’Twixt thee and me; suspicion, that I nurs’d + 

Some ill design against him; jealousy, + 

That he enjoy’d but part, being heir to all. + 

And he himself, with the impetuous heart + 

Of youth, ’tis like, had never quite forgone + 

The thought of vengeance on me, never quite + 

Unclos’d his itching fingers from his sword. + 

But thou, O Merope, though deeply wrong’d, + 

Though injur’d past forgiveness, as men deem, + 

Yet hast been long at school with thoughtful Time, + 

And from that teacher may’st have learn’d, like me, + 

That all may be endur’d, and all forgiv’n; + 

Have learn’d that we must sacrifice the thirst + 

Of personal vengeance to the public weal; + 

Have learn’d, that there are guilty deeds, which leave + 

The hand that does them guiltless; in a word, + 

That kings live for their peoples, not themselves. + 

This having learn’d, let us a union found + 

(For the last time I ask, ask earnestly) + 

Bas’d on pure public welfare; let us be⁠— + 

Not Merope and Polyphontes, foes + 

Blood-sever’d⁠—but Messenia’s King and Queen: + 

Let us forget ourselves for those we rule. + 

Speak: I go hence to offer sacrifice + 

To the Preserver Zeus; let me return + 

Thanks to him for our amity as well. + 

Merope + 

Oh had’st thou, Polyphontes, still but kept + 

The silence thou hast kept for twenty years! + 

Polyphontes + 

Henceforth, if what I urge displease, I may: + 

But fair proposal merits fair reply. + 

Merope + 

And thou shalt have it! Yes, because thou hast + 

For twenty years forborne to interrupt + 

The solitude of her whom thou hast wrong’d⁠— + 

That scanty grace shall earn thee this reply.⁠— + 

First, for our union. Trust me, ’twixt us two + 

The brazen footed Fury ever stalks, + 

Waving her hundred hands, a torch in each, + 

Aglow with angry fire, to keep us twain. + 

Now, for thyself. Thou com’st with well-cloak’d joy, + 

To announce the ruin of my husband’s house, + 

To sound thy triumph in his widow’s ears, + 

To bid her share thine unendanger’d throne:⁠— + 

To this thou would’st have answer.⁠—Take it: Fly! + 

Cut short thy triumph, seeming at its height; + 

Fling off thy crown, suppos’d at last secure; + 

Forsake this ample, proud Messenian realm: + 

To some small, humble, and unnoted strand, + 

Some rock more lonely than that Lemnian isle + 

Where Philoctetes pin’d, take ship and flee: + 

Some solitude more inaccessible + 

Than the ice-bastion’d Caucasian Mount + 

Chosen a prison for Prometheus, climb: + 

There in unvoic’d oblivion hide thy name, + 

And bid the sun, thine only visitant, + 

Divulge not to the far-off world of men + 

What once-fam’d wretch he he hath seen lurking there. + 

There nurse a late remorse, and thank the Gods, + 

And thank thy bitterest foe, that, having lost + 

All things but life, thou lose not life as well. + 

Polyphontes + 

What mad bewilderment of grief is this? + 

Merope + 

Thou art bewilder’d: the sane head is mine. + 

Polyphontes + 

I pity thee, and wish thee calmer mind. + 

Merope + 

Pity thyself; none needs compassion more. + 

Polyphontes + 

Yet, oh! could’st thou but act as reason bids! + 

Merope + 

And in my turn I wish the same for thee. + 

Polyphontes + 

All I could do to soothe thee has been tried. + 

Merope + 

For that, in this my warning, thou art paid. + 

Polyphontes + 

Know’st thou then aught, that thus thou sound’st the alarm? + 

Merope + 

Thy crime: that were enough to make one fear. + 

Polyphontes + 

My deed is of old date, and long aton’d. + 

Merope + 

Aton’d this very day, perhaps, it is. + 

Polyphontes + 

My final victory proves the Gods appeas’d. + 

Merope + 

O victor, victor, trip not at the goal! + 

Polyphontes + 

Hatred and passionate Envy blind thine eyes. + 

Merope + 

O Heaven-abandon’d wretch, that envies thee! + 

Polyphontes + 

Thou hold’st so cheap, then, the Messenian crown? + 

Merope + 

I think on what the future hath in store. + 

Polyphontes + 

To-day I reign: the rest I leave to Fate. + 

Merope + 

For Fate thou wait’st not long; since, in this hour⁠— + 

Polyphontes + 

What? for so far Fate hath not prov’d my foe⁠— + 

Merope + 

Fate seals my lips, and drags to ruin thee. + 

Polyphontes + 

Enough! enough! I will no longer hear + 

The ill-boding note which frantic Envy sounds + 

To affright a fortune which the Gods secure. + 

Once more my friendship thou rejectest: well! + 

More for this land’s sake grieve I, than mine own. + 

I chafe not with thee, that thy hate endures, + 

Nor bend myself too low, to make it yield. + 

What I have done is done; by my own deed, + 

Neither exulting nor asham’d, I stand. + 

Why should this heart of mine set mighty store + 

By the construction and report of men? + 

Not men’s good-word hath made me what I am. + 

Alone I master’d power; and alone, + 

Since so thou wilt, I dare maintain it still. Polyphontes goes out. + 

The Chorus + 

Did I then waver + 

(O woman’s judgment!) + 

Misled by seeming + 

Success of crime? + 

And ask, if sometimes + 

The Gods, perhaps, allow’d you, + 

O lawless daring of the strong, + 

O self-will recklessly indulg’d? + 

Not time, not lightning, + 

Not rain, not thunder, + 

Efface the endless + 

Decrees of Heaven⁠— + 

Make Justice alter, + 

Revoke, assuage her sentence, + 

Which dooms dread ends to dreadful deeds, + 

And violent deaths to violent men. + 

But the signal example + 

Of invariableness of justice + 

Our glorious founder + 

Hercules gave us, + 

Son lov’d of Zeus his father: for he err’d, + 

And the strand of Euboea, + 

And the promontory of Cenaeum, + 

His painful, solemn + 

Punishment witness’d, + 

Beheld his expiation: for he died. + 

O villages of Oeta + 

With hedges of the wild rose! + 

O pastures of the mountain, + 

Of short grass, beaded with dew, + 

Between the pine-woods and the cliffs! + 

O cliffs, left by the eagles, + 

On that morn, when the smoke-cloud + 

From the oak-built, fiercely-burning pyre, + 

Up the precipices of Trachis, + 

Drove them screaming from their eyries! + 

A willing, a willing sacrifice on that day + 

Ye witness’d, ye mountain lawns, + 

When the shirt-wrapt, poison-blister’d Hero + 

Ascended, with undaunted heart, + 

Living, his own funeral-pile, + 

And stood, shouting for a fiery torch; + 

And the kind, chance-arriv’d Wanderer, + 

The inheritor of the bow, + 

Coming swiftly through the sad Trachinians, + 

Put the torch to the pile: + 

That the flame tower’d on high to the Heaven + 

Bearing with it, to Olympus, + 

To the side of Hebe, + 

To immortal delight, + 

The labour-releas’d Hero. + 

O heritage of Neleus, + 

Ill-kept by his infirm heirs! + 

O kingdom of Messenê, + 

Of rich soil, chosen by craft, + 

Possess’d in hatred, lost in blood! + 

O town, high Stenyclaros, + 

With new walls, which the victors + 

From the four-town’d, mountain-shadow’d Doris, + 

For their Hercules-issu’d princes + 

Built in strength against the vanquish’d! + 

Another, another sacrifice on this day + 

Ye witness, ye new-built towers! + 

When the white-rob’d, garland-crowned Monarch + 

Approaches, with undoubting heart, + 

Living, his own sacrifice-block, + 

And stands, shouting for a slaughterous axe; + 

And the stern, Destiny-brought Stranger, + 

The inheritor of the realm, + 

Coming swiftly through the jocund Dorians, + 

Drives the axe to its goal: + 

That the blood rushes in streams to the dust; + 

Bearing with it, to Erinnys, + 

To the Gods of Hades, + 

To the dead unaveng’d, + 

The fiercely-required Victim. + 

Knowing he did it, unknowing pays for it. + 

Unknowing, unknowing, + 

Thinking aton’d-for + 

Deeds unatonable, + 

Thinking appeas’d + 

Gods unappeasable, + 

Lo, the Ill-fated One, + 

Standing for harbour, + 

Right at the harbour-mouth, + 

Strikes, with all sail set, + 

Full on the sharp-pointed + 

Needle of ruin! A Messenger comes in. + 

Messenger + 

O honour’d Queen, O faithful followers + 

Of your dead master’s line, I bring you news + 

To make the gates of this long-mournful house + 

Leap, and fly open of themselves for joy! + 

Noise and shouting heard. + 

Hark how the shouting crowds tramp hitherward + 

With glad acclaim! Ere they forestall my news, + 

Accept it:⁠—Polyphontes is no more. + 

Merope + 

Is my son safe? that question bounds my care. + 

Messenger + 

He is, and by the people hail’d for king. + 

Merope + 

The rest to me is little: yet, since that + 

Must from some mouth be heard, relate it thou. + 

Messenger + 

Not little, if thou saw’st what love, what zeal, + 

At thy dead husband’s name the people show. + 

For when this morning in the public square + 

I took my stand, and saw the unarm’d crowds + 

Of citizens in holiday attire, + 

Women and children intermix’d; and then, + 

Group’d around Zeus’s altar, all in arms, + 

Serried and grim, the ring of Dorian lords⁠— + 

I trembled for our prince and his attempt. + 

Silence and expectation held us all: + 

Till presently the King came forth, in robe + 

Of sacrifice, his guards clearing the way + 

Before him⁠—at his side, the prince, thy son, + 

Unarm’d and travel-soil’d, just as he was: + 

With him conferring the King slowly reach’d + 

The altar in the middle of the square, + 

Where, by the sacrificing minister, + 

The flower-dress’d victim stood, a milk-white bull, + 

Swaying from side to side his massy head + 

With short impatient lowings: there he stopp’d, + 

And seem’d to muse awhile, then rais’d his eyes + 

To heaven, and laid his hand upon the steer, + 

And cried: O Zeus, let what blood-guiltiness + 

Yet stains our land be by this blood wash’d out, + 

And grant henceforth to the Messenians peace! + 

That moment, while with upturn’d eyes he pray’d, + 

The prince snatch’d from the sacrificer’s hand + 

The axe, and on the forehead of the King, + 

Where twines the chaplet, dealt a mighty blow + 

Which fell’d him to the earth, and o’er him stood, + 

And shouted⁠—Since by thee defilement came, + 

What blood so meet as thine to wash it out? + 

What hand to strike thee meet as mine, the hand + 

Of Aepytus, thy murder’d master’s son?⁠— + 

But, gazing at him from the ground, the King⁠ ⁠… + 

Is it, then, thou? he murmur’d; and with that, + 

He bow’d his head, and deeply groan’d, and died. + 

Till then we all seem’d stone: but then a cry + 

Broke from the Dorian lords: forward they rush’d + 

To circle the prince round: when suddenly + 

Laias in arms sprang to his nephew’s side, + 

Crying⁠—O ye Messenians, will ye leave + 

The son to perish as ye left the sire? + 

And from that moment I saw nothing clear: + 

For from all sides a deluge, as it seem’d, + 

Burst o’er the altar and the Dorian lords, + 

Of holiday-clad citizens transform’d + 

To armed warriors: I heard vengeful cries; + 

I heard the clash of weapons; then I saw + 

The Dorians lying dead, thy son hail’d king. + 

And, truly, one who sees, what seem’d so strong, + 

The power of this tyrant and his lords, + 

Melt like a passing smoke, a nightly dream, + 

At one bold word, one enterprising blow⁠— + 

Might ask, why we endur’d their yoke so long: + 

But that we know how every perilous feat + 

Of daring, easy as it seems when done, + 

Is easy at no moment but the right. + 

The Chorus + 

Thou speakest well; but here, to give our eyes + 

Authentic proof of what thou tell’st our ears, + 

The conquerors, with the King’s dead body, come. Aepytus, Laias, and Arcas come in with the dead body of Polyphontes, followed by a crowd of the Messenians. + 

Laias + 

Sister, from this day forth thou art no more + 

The widow of a husband unaveng’d, + 

The anxious mother of an exil’d son. + 

Thine enemy is slain, thy son is king! + 

Rejoice with us! and trust me, he who wish’d + 

Welfare to the Messenian state, and calm, + 

Could find no way to found them sure as this. + 

Aepytus + 

Mother, all these approve me: but if thou + 

Approve not too, I have but half my joy. + 

Merope + 

O Aepytus, my son, behold, behold + 

This iron man, my enemy and thine, + 

This politic sovereign, lying at our feet, + 

With blood-bespatter’d robes, and chaplet shorn! + 

Inscrutable as ever, see, it keeps + 

Its sombre aspect of majestic care, + 

Of solitary thought, unshar’d resolve, + 

Even in death, that countenance austere. + 

So look’d he, when to Stenyclaros first, + 

A new-made wife, I from Arcadia came, + 

And found him at my husband’s side, his friend, + 

His kinsman, his right hand in peace and war; + 

Unsparing in his service of his toil, + 

His blood; to me, for I confess it, kind: + 

So look’d he in that dreadful day of death: + 

So, when he pleaded for our league but now. + 

What meantest thou, O Polyphontes, what + 

Desired’st thou, what truly spurr’d thee on? + 

Was policy of state, the ascendency + 

Of the Heracleidan conquerors, as thou said’st, + 

Indeed thy lifelong passion and sole aim? + 

Or did’st thou but, as cautious schemers use, + 

Cloak thine ambition with these specious words? + 

I know not; just, in either case, the stroke + 

Which laid thee low, for blood requires blood: + 

But yet, not knowing this, I triumph not + 

Over thy corpse, triumph not, neither mourn; + 

For I find worth in thee, and badness too. + 

What mood of spirit, therefore, shall we call + 

The true one of a man⁠—what way of life + 

His fix’d condition and perpetual walk? + 

None, since a twofold colour reigns in all. + 

But thou, my son, study to make prevail + 

One colour in thy life, the hue of truth: + 

That Justice, that sage Order, not alone + 

Natural Vengeance, may maintain thine act, + 

And make it stand indeed the will of Heaven. + 

Thy father’s passion was this people’s ease, + 

This people’s anarchy, thy foe’s pretence; + 

As the chiefs rule, indeed, the people are: + 

Unhappy people, where the chiefs themselves + 

Are, like the mob, vicious and ignorant! + 

So rule, that even thine enemies may fail + 

To find in thee a fault whereon to found, + 

Of tyrannous harshness, or remissness weak: + 

So rule, that as thy father thou be lov’d; + 

So rule, that as his foe thou be obey’d. + 

Take these, my son, over thine enemy’s corpse + 

Thy mother’s prayers: and this prayer last of all, + 

That even in thy victory thou show, + 

Mortal, the moderation of a man. + 

Aepytus + 

O mother, my best diligence shall be + 

In all by thy experience to be rul’d + 

Where my own youth falls short. But, Laias, now, + 

First work after such victory, let us go + 

To render to my true Messenians thanks, + 

To the Gods grateful sacrifice; and then, + 

Assume the ensigns of my father’s power. + 

The Chorus + 

Son of Cresphontes, past what perils + 

Com’st thou, guided safe, to thy home! + 

What things daring! what enduring! + 

And all this by the will of the Gods. + 