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A lion-springe! a laver's swathing cloth, Wrapping a dead man, twining round his feet-- A net, a trammel, an entangling robe?
Such were the weapon of some strangling thief, The terror of the road, a cut-purse hound-- With such device full many might he kill, Full oft exult in heat of villainy.
Ne'er have my house so cursed an indweller-- Heaven send me, rather, childless to be slain!
CHORUS
Woe for each desperate deed!
Woe for the queen, with shame of life bereft!
And ah, for him who still is left, Madness, dark blossom of a b.l.o.o.d.y seed!
ORESTES
Did she the deed or not? this robe gives proof, Imbrued with blood that bathed Aegisthus' sword; Look, how the spurted stain combines with time To blur the many dyes that once adorned Its pattern manifold! I now stand here, Made glad, made sad with blood, exulting, wailing-- Hear, O thou woven web that slew my sire!
I grieve for deed and death and all my home-- Victor, pollution's d.a.m.ned stain for prize.
CHORUS
Alas, that none of mortal men Can pa.s.s his life untouched by pain!
Behold, one woe is here-- Another loometh near.
ORESTES
Hark ye and learn--for what the end shall be For me I know not: breaking from the curb My spirit whirls me off, a conquered prey, Borne as a charioteer by steeds distraught Far from the course, and madness in my breast Burneth to chant its song, and leap, and rave-- Hark ye and learn, friends, ere my reason goes!
I say that rightfully I slew my mother, A thing G.o.d-scorned, that foully slew my sire And chiefest wizard of the spell that bound me Unto this deed I name the Pythian seer Apollo, who foretold that if I slew, The guilt of murder done should pa.s.s from me; But if I spared, the fate that should be mine I dare not blazon forth--the bow of speech Can reach not to the mark, that doom to tell.
And now behold me, how with branch and crown I pa.s.s, a suppliant made meet to go Unto Earth's midmost shrine, the holy ground Of Loxias, and that renowned light Of ever-burning fire, to 'scape the doom Of kindred murder: to no other shrine (So Loxias bade) may I for refuge turn.
Bear witness, Argives, in the after time, How came on me this dread fatality.
Living, I pa.s.s a banished wanderer hence, To leave in death the memory of this cry.
CHORUS
Nay, but the deed is well; link not thy lips To speech ill-starred, nor vent ill-boding words-- Who hast to Argos her full freedom given, Lopping two serpents' heads with timely blow.
ORESTES
Look, look, alas!
Handmaidens, see--what Gorgon shapes throng up; Dusky their robes and all their hair enwound-- Snakes coiled with snakes--off, off, I must away!
CHORUS
Most loyal of all sons unto thy sire, What visions thus distract thee? Hold, abide; Great was thy victory, and shalt thou fear?
ORESTES
These are no dreams, void shapes of haunting ill, But clear to sight my mother's h.e.l.l-hounds come!
CHORUS
Nay, the fresh bloodshed still imbrues thine hands, And thence distraction sinks into thy soul.
ORESTES
O king Apollo--see, they swarm and throng-- Black blood of hatred dripping from their eyes!
CHORUS
One remedy thou hast; go, touch the shrine Of Loxias, and rid thee of these woes.
ORESTES
Ye can behold them not, but I behold them.
Up and away! I dare abide no more.
[_Exit_
CHORUS
Farewell then as thou mayst,--the G.o.d thy friend Guard thee and aid with chances favouring.
Behold, the storm of woe divine That the raves and beats on Atreus' line Its great third blast hath blown.
First was Thyestes' loathly woe-- The rueful feast of long ago, On children's flesh, unknown.
And next the kingly chief's despite, When he who led the Greeks to fight Was in the bath hewn down.
And now the offspring of the race Stands in the third, the saviour's place, To save--or to consume?
O whither, ere it be fulfilled, Ere its fierce blast be hushed and stilled, Shall blow the wind of doom?
[_Exeunt_.
THE HOUSE OF ATREUS
BEING
THE AGAMEMNON, THE LIBATION-BEARERS, AND THE FURIES OF AESCHYLUS
THE FURIES
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
THE PYTHIAN PRIESTESS APOLLO ORESTES THE GHOST OF CLYTEMNESTRA CHORUS OF FURIES ATHENA ATTENDANTS OF ATHENA TWELVE ATHENIAN CITIZENS
_The Scene of the Drama is the Temple of Apollo, at Delphi: afterwards the Temple of Athena, on the Acropolis of Athens, and the adjoining Areopagus._
_The Temple at Delphi_
_The Pythian Priestess_
First, in this prayer, of all the G.o.ds I name The prophet mother Earth; and Themis next, Second who sat--for so with truth is said-- On this her mother's shrine oracular.
Then by her grace, who unconstrained allowed, There sat thereon another child of Earth-- t.i.tanian Phoebe. She, in after time, Gave o'er the throne, as birthgift to a G.o.d, Phoebus, who in his own bears Phoebe's name.