My final victory proves the G.o.ds appeased.
_Merope_
O victor, victor, trip not at the goal!
_Polyphontes_
Hatred and pa.s.sionate 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 proved 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 hatred sounds To affright a fortune which the G.o.ds 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 ashamed, 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 _str._ 1.
(O woman"s judgment!) Misled by seeming Success of crime?
And ask, if sometimes The G.o.ds, perhaps, allow"d you, O lawless daring of the strong, O self-will recklessly indulged?
Not time, not lightning, _ant._ 1.
Not rain, not thunder, Efface the endless Decrees of Heaven-- Make Justice alter, Revoke, a.s.suage her sentence, Which dooms dread ends to dreadful deeds, And violent deaths to violent men.
But the signal example _str._ 2.
Of invariableness of justice Our glorious founder Heracles gave us, Son loved of Zeus his father--for he sinn"d,
And the strand of Euboea, _ant._ 2.
And the promontory of Cenaeum, His painful, solemn Punishment witness"d, Beheld his expiation--for he died.
O villages of OEta _str._ 3.
With hedges of the wild rose!
O pastures of the mountain, Of short gra.s.s, 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-arrived Wanderer,[30]
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-released Hero.
O heritage of Neleus, _ant._ 3.
Ill-kept by his infirm heirs!
O kingdom of Messene, 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 Heracles-issued princes Built in strength against the vanquish"d!
Another, another sacrifice on this day Ye witness, ye new-built towers!
When the white-robed, 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 G.o.ds of Hades, To the dead unavenged, The fiercely-required Victim.
Knowing he did it, unknowing pays for it. [_epode._ Unknowing, unknowing, Thinking atoned-for Deeds unatonable, Thinking appeased G.o.ds 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.