The Tragedies of Seneca / Translated into English Verse, to Which Have Been Appended Comparative Analyses of the Corresponding Greek and Roman Plays, and a Mythological Index

THYESTES THYESTES

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

Thyestes	Brother of Atreus, in exile from his fatherland.
The Ghost of Tantalus.	Doomed for his sins to come back to earth and inspire his house to greater sin.
The Fury	Who drives the ghost on to do his allotted part.
Atreus	King of Argos, grandson of Tantalus, who has quarreled with his brother and driven him into exile.
An Attendant of Atreus.
Three sons of Thyestes:	Only one of whom, Tantalus, takes part in the dialogue.
A Messenger.
Chorus	Citizens of Mycenae.

The scene is laid partly without the city of Argos, and partly within the royal palace.

Pelops, the son of Tantalus, had banished his sons for the murder of their half-brother, Crysippus, with a curse upon them, that they and their posterity might perish by each others' hands. Upon the death of Pelops, Atreus returned and took possession of his father's throne. Thyestes, also, claimed the throne, and sought to gain it by the foulest means. For he seduced his brother's wife, AËrope, and stole by her assistance the magical, gold-fleeced ram from Atreus' flocks, upon the possession of which the right to rule was said to rest. For this act he was banished by the king.

But Atreus has long been meditating a more complete revenge upon his brother; and now in pretended friendship has recalled him from banishment, offering him a place beside himself upon the throne, that thus he may have Thyestes entirely in his power.

ACT I

The Ghost of Tantalus: Who from th' accursÉd regions of the dead,

Hath haled me forth, where greedily I strive

To snatch the food that ever doth escape

My hungry lips? Who now to Tantalus

Doth show those heavenly seats which once before

I saw to my undoing? Can it be

That some more fearful suffering than thirst

In sight of water, worse than gaping want,5

Hath been devised? Must I the slippery stone

Of Sisyphus upon my shoulders bear?

Must I be stretched upon the whirling wheel,

Or suffer Tityus' pangs, who, lying prone

Within a huge recess, the grewsome birds10

Doth with his quivering, torn-out vitals feed?

By night renewing what the day hath lost,

He lies, an undiminished feast for all.

For what new evil am I now reserved?

O thou grim judge of shades, who'er thou art

Who to the dead doth mete new punishments!

If thou canst still some suffering devise15

Whereat grim Cerberus himself would quake,

And gloomy Acheron be seized with fear,

At whose dread sight e'en I would tremble sore:

Seek such a punishment; for from my seed

Is sprung a race which shall their house outvie20

In sin, shall make me innocent appear,

And dare to do what I have never dared.

Whatever space within the impious realms

Remains unoccupied, my house shall fill.

While lives the race of Pelops on the earth,

No rest shall Minos know.

The Fury: Thou cursÉd shade,

Be gone, and to the verge of madness drive

Thine impious house. Be drawn the deadly sword25

To every crime upraised, by every hand;

Of angry passions let there be no end,

No shame of strife; let blinded fury's sting

Prick on their souls; seared by the breath of rage

May parents' hearts grow hard, and endless crime

To childrens' children drag its impious trail.

No time be given to hate their former crimes;

But let the new in quick succession rise,30

Not one alone in each; and may their crimes,

E'en while they suffer punishment, increase.

Let the throne fall from the haughty brothers' grasp,

And call them back from exiled wanderings.

Let the tottering fortune of this bloody house,

Amid its changing kings in ruins fall.

Bring him of high estate to wretchedness,35

The wretched raise; and let the kingdom toss

Upon the seething tide of circumstance.

By crime driven out, when God shall bring them home,

May they return but to still other crimes,

And by all men as by themselves be loathed.

Let nothing be which wrath deems unallowed:

Let brother brother fear, and parent child;40

Let son fear father; let the children die

An evil death—by doubly evil birth

Be born. Let wives against their husbands lift

Their murderous hands. Let wars pass over seas,

And every land be drenched with streams of blood.

Triumphant o'er the mighty kings of earth,

Let Lust exult; and in thy sinful house,45

Let vile, incestuous deeds seem trivial.

Let justice, faith, fraternal amity

Be trampled underfoot; and of our sins

Let not the heavens themselves escape the taint.

Why gleam the constellations in the sky,

And flash their wonted glories to the world?50

Be pitchy black the night, and let the day

Fall fainting from the heavens and be no more.

Embroil thy household gods, rouse murderous hate,

And all the palace fill with Tantalus.

Adorn the lofty columns; let the doors,

With verdant laural decked, proclaim their joy;

Let torches gleam in celebration meet55

Of thy return—then let the Thracian crime

Be done again, but triply hideous.

Why stays the uncle's hand in idleness?

Not yet Thyestes weeps his murdered sons.

When will he act? The kettles o'er the fires

Should even now be boiling, severed limbs60

Be broken up, the father's hearth be stained

With children's blood, the festal tables spread.

But at no untried carnival of crime

Wilt thou sit down as guest. This day be free,

And sate thy hunger at that festal board;

Go eat thy fill, and drink the blood and wine65

Commingled in thy sight. A banquet this,

Which thou thyself wouldst look in horror on.—

But stay thee. Whither dost thou rush away?

Tantalus: Back to my pools and streams and ebbing waves,

Back to that tree whose ever-mocking fruit

Eludes my lips. Oh, let me seek again

The gloomy couch of my old prison-house;70

And if too little wretched I appear,

Bid me my river change. Within thy stream,

O Phlegethon, hemmed round with waves of fire,

Let me be left to suffer.

Ye, whoe'er

By fate's decrees are doomed to punishment,

Whoe'er thou art who 'neath the hollowed cave75

Dost lie, in constant fear lest even now

The cavern's mass shall fall upon thy head;

Whoever fears the gaping, greedy jaws

Of lions, and in helpless horror looks

Upon the advancing furies' cruel lines;

Whoe'er, half burned, their threat'ning torches shuns:

Oh, listen to the voice of Tantalus80

Fast speeding to your realm; believe the words

Of one who knows, and love your punishment.

But now—Oh, when shall it be mine to flee

This upper world?

The Fury: First must thou plunge thy house

In dire disorders, stir up deadly feuds,

Awake the kings to evil lust for blood,

And rouse to wild amaze their maddened hearts.

Tantalus: 'Tis fit that I should suffer, not bestow,85

The punishment. But thou wouldst have me go,

Like deadly vapor from the riven earth,

Or like the plague amongst the people spread,

And lead my grandsons into crime most foul.

O mighty sire of gods, my sire as well,

Although 'tis shame to thee to own me son,90

Though cruel tortures seize my tattling tongue,

I will not hold my peace:

[He cries aloud as to his family.]

I warn ye all,

Stain not your kindred hands with sacred blood,

And with no madman's gifts pollute the shrines.

Lo, here I stand, and shall avert the deed.95

[To the Fury.]

Why dost thou fright me with thy brandished scourge,

And shake thy writhing serpents in my face?

Why in mine inmost marrow dost thou rouse

These gnawing hunger pangs? My very heart

Is parched with burning thirst, and leaping flames

Dart scorching through my vitals—Oh, desist;

I yield me to thy will.100

The Fury: Then fix this thirst,

This maddening thirst in all thy kindred here;

So, e'en as thou, may they be driven on

To quench their thirst each in the others' blood.

But lo, thy house perceives thy near approach,

And shrinks in horror from thy loathsome touch.

But now enough. Do thou go back again105

To thine infernal caves and 'customed stream;

For here the sad earth groans beneath thy feet.

Dost thou not see how, driven far within,

The waters flee their springs? how river banks

Are empty, and the fiery wind drives on

The scattered clouds? The trees grow sickly pale,

Their branches hang denuded of their fruits;110

And where but late the Isthmus echoed back

The loud resounding waters near at hand,

Their neighboring waves by but a narrow span

Dividing, now have all the waves withdrawn

Far seaward, and their voice is faintly heard

Upon the shore. Now Lerna backward shrinks,115

The streams of Inachus have hidden away,

The sacred Alpheus sends his waters forth

No longer, and Cithaeron lifts no more

Its hoary head, for all its snows are gone;

While they who dwell in noble Argos fear

Their ancient thirst again. E'en Titan's self

Stands doubtful whether he shall bid his steeds120

Run their accustomed course and bring the day,

Foredoomed by thee to perish on the way.

[They vanish.]

Chorus: If any god for Argos cares,

And Pisa's realm for chariots famed;

If any loves the Isthmian state

Of Corinth, with its double ports,

And two opposing seas;125

If any joys in the far-seen snows

Of Mount Taygetus, which lie

Heaped on his loftiest peaks what time

The wintry blasts of Boreas blow,

But which the summer melts again

When breathe the soft Etesian winds,

Sail filling; if the Alpheus bright

With its cool, clear stream moves any god,130

Far famed for its Olympic course—

Let him his peaceful godhead turn

To our affairs; let him avert

This dread inheritance of crime;

Forbid that in his grandsire's steps

The grandson follow, worse than he;

And let not worse monstrosities

Please generations yet to be.135

Oh, may at last the impious race

Of thirsty Tantalus give o'er

In utter weariness its lust

For savage deeds. Enough of sin!

No longer does the right prevail,

And wrong is general. Behold,

As Myrtilus his lord betrayed,

He, too, was treacherously slain;

For by that selfsame broken faith140

Which he had shown, himself o'ercome,[47]

He fell into the sea and changed

Its name for his. Amidst the ships

That sail the Ionian sea, no tale

Is better known.

See now, while runs the little son

To meet his father's kiss, he falls145

By that accursÉd sword transfixed,

Untimely victim at thy hearth,

And carved, O Tantalus, by thee,

That so thou mightest grace the board

Of friendly gods. That impious feast

Eternal hunger, endless thirst

Rewarded; penalty more fit150

For such a crime could not be found.

See where, with gaping throat, forespent,

Stands Tantalus; above his head

Hang many luscious fruits; but, swift

As Phineus' birds, they flee his grasp;

On every side the tree droops low,

With heavy-laden boughs, o'erweighed155

By its own fruit, and mockingly

Sways to his straining lips. Yet he,

Though with impatient longing filled,

As often mocked, so often fails

To grasp the prize; he turns away160

His longing gaze, strains close his lips,

And grimly bars his hunger fast

Behind his teeth. But still again

The whole grove lets its riches down,

And flaunts them in his face, soft fruits

On drooping boughs, and whets once more

His hunger, bidding stretch again165

His hands—but all in vain. For now,

When it has lured him on to hope,

And mocked its fill, the boughs recede,

And the whole ripe harvest of the wood

Is snatched far out of reach.

Then comes a raging thirst more fierce

Than hunger, which inflames his blood,170

And with its parching fires burns up

Its moisture. There the poor wretch stands,

Striving to quaff the nearby waves;

But the fleeing waters whirl away,

And leave but the empty bed to him

Who seeks to follow. Quick he quaffs

At that swift stream, but to drink—the dust.175

FOOTNOTES:

[47] Reading, vectus.

ACT II

Atreus [in soliloquy]: O soul, so sluggish, spiritless, and weak,

And (what in kings I deem the last reproach)

Still unavenged, after so many crimes,

Thy brother's treacheries, and every law

Of nature set at naught, canst vent thy wrath

In vain and meaningless complaints? By now

The whole wide world should be astir with arms,180

Thy arms, and on both seas thy ships of war

Should swarm; the fields and town's should be ablaze,

And gleaming swords should everywhere be seen.

Beneath our charging squadrons' thundering tread

Let Greece resound; let this my enemy

Within no forest's depths a hiding find.185

No citadel upon the mountain heights

Shall shelter him. Let all the citizens,

Mycenae leaving, sound the trump of war.

Whoe'er grants refuge to that cursÉd head,

Shall die a dreadful death. This noble pile,

The home of our illustrious Pelops' line,190

I would might fall on me, if only thus

It might destroy my hated brother too.

But come, my soul, do what no coming age

Shall e'er approve—or e'er forget; some deed

Must be attempted, impious, bloody, dire,

Such as my brother's self might claim as his.

No crime's avenged save by a greater crime.195

But where the crime that can surpass his deeds?

Is he yet crushed in spirit? Does he show

In prosperous circumstances self-control,

Contentment in defeat? Full well I know

His tameless spirit; it can ne'er be bent—

But can be broken. Then, before his force200

He strengthens and opposing powers prepares,

We must the attack begin, lest, while we wait,

He strike us unprepared. For well I know

That he must either slay me or be slain

By me. There lies the crime between us two:

Who leaps to grasp it first, the crime shall do.

Attendant: But does the evil fame of such a deed

Deter you not?

Atreus: The greatest blessing this

Of royal power, that men are forced to praise205

Their monarchs' deeds as well as bear them.

Attendant: Yea,

But they whose praise is forced by fear become

By that same fear in turn the bitterest foes.

But he who seeks the people's heartfelt praise,

Will wish their hearts and not their tongues to speak.210

Atreus: True praise may often fall to humble men,

But false alone to kings. Let subjects learn

To want what they would not.

Attendant: Let monarchs learn

To choose the right; then all will choose the same.

Atreus: When kings are forced to choose the right alone,

Their rule is insecure.

Attendant: Where is no shame,

No thought of righteousness, no piety,215

No faith, no purity, Oh, then indeed

That rule is insecure.

Atreus: But purity,

Faith, piety, are private virtues all;

With kings, their will is law.

Attendant: Oh, count it wrong

To harm thy brother, though he basest be.

Atreus: Whatever may not lawfully be done220

To brothers, may with perfect right be done

To him. What is there left me now unstained

By crime of his? Where has he failed to sin?

My wife has he debauched, my kingdom stolen,

The ancient emblem of our dynasty

By fraud obtained, and all our royal house

By that same fraud in dire confusion plunged.

There is a flock within our royal stalls,225

Rich fleeced and nobly bred, and with the flock

A ram, their leader, wondrous, magical;

For from his body thickly hangs a fleece

Of fine-spun gold, with which the new-crowned kings

Of Pelops' line are wont t' adorn their scepters.

Who owns the ram is king, for with his fate230

The fortunes of our noble house are linked.

This sacred ram in safety feeds apart

Within a mead whose fateful bounds are fenced

By stony walls, and kept with gate of stone.

Him, greatly daring, did my brother steal,

Perfidious, with my wife in secret league235

Of crime. And this has been the fountain spring

Of all my woes; throughout my kingdom's length

Have I a trembling exile wandered long,

And found no place of safety from his snares;

My wife has he defiled, my subjects' faith

And loyalty destroyed, my house o'erthrown,

All ties of kinship broken, and nothing left240

Of which I may be sure save only this—

My brother's enmity. Why do I stand

In stupid inactivity? At length

Bestir thyself, and gird thy courage up.

Think thou on Pelops and on Tantalus;

Such deeds as theirs must by my hands be done.

[To Attendant.]

Tell thou me then how vengeance may be won.

Attendant: Drive out his hostile spirit with the sword.245

Atreus: Thou speakest of the end of punishment,

But I the punishment itself desire.

Let easy-going rulers slay their foes;

In my domain death is a longed-for boon.

Attendant: Do pious motives stir thee not at all?

Atreus: Away, O Piety, if ever thou

Didst dwell within my house, and in thy stead

Let come dire furies' cohorts, fiends at war,250

Megaera holding high in either hand

Her flaming torch; for with a mighty rage

'Tis not enough my heart should be inflamed:

I fain would be by greater horrors filled.

Attendant: What new design does thy mad soul conceive?

Atreus: No deed within the accustomed bounds of grief.255

I'll leave no crime undone; and yet no crime

Is bad enough for me.

Attendant: Wilt use the sword?

Atreus: 'Tis not enough.

Attendant: The flames?

Atreus: Still not enough.

Attendant: What weapon then will thy mad passion use?

Atreus: Thyestes' self.

Attendant: Far worse than madness this.

Atreus: I do confess it. Deep within my heart,260

A fearful tumult rages unrestrained,

And I am hurried on, I know not where;

I only know that I am hurried on.

From lowest depths a moaning sound is heard,

And thunders rumble in the cloudless skies;

A crashing noise resounds throughout the house

As though 'twere rent in twain; upon my hearth

The frightened Lares turn their gaze from me.265

Yet this shall be, this awful thing shall be,

Ye gods, which ye do fear to think upon.

Attendant: What then is this which thou dost meditate?

Atreus: Some greater evil lurks within my soul,

And, monstrous, swells beyond all human bounds,

My sluggish hands impelling to the deed.

I know not what it is; but this I know,

That 'tis some monstrous deed. So let it be.270

Haste thee and do this deed, O soul of mine!

'Tis worthy of Thyestes—and of me.

Let both perform it then. The Odrysian house

Was wont to look on feasts unspeakable—

monstrous thing, 'tis true, but long ago

Performed. This grief of mine some greater sin275

Must find to feed upon. Do thou inspire

My heart, O Daulian Procne, who didst know

A mother's and a sister's feelings too.

Our cause is similar. Assist thou then,

And nerve my hand to act. Let once again

A sire with joyous greed his children rend,

And hungrily devour their flesh. 'Tis good,

'Tis quite enough. This mode of punishment

So far doth please me well. But where is he?280

Why do the hands of Atreus rest so long

Inactive? Even now before mine eyes

The perfect image of the slaughter comes;

I seem to see the murdered children heaped

Before their father's face. O timid soul,

Why dost thou fear? Why droops thy courage now

Before the deed is done? Then up, and dare.

Of this mad crime the most revolting part285

Thyestes' self shall do.

Attendant: But by what wiles

Shall we unto our snares entice his feet?

For he doth count us all his enemies.

Atreus: He never could be taken, were his will

Not bent on taking too. E'en now he hopes

To take my kingdom from me. In this hope,

He'll rush against the bolts of threat'ning Jove;290

This hope will make him brave the whirlpools' wrath,

And sail within the treacherous Libyan shoals;

On this hope stayed, the greatest ill of all

Will he have strength to bear—the sight of me.

Attendant: But who will give him confidence in peace?

To whom will he such weighty credence give?295

Atreus: His wicked hope is ready to believe.

Yet shall my sons this message bear from me:

Now let the wretched exile roam no more,

But leave his homeless state for royal halls,

And rule at Argos, sharer of my throne.

But if Thyestes harshly spurn my prayer,

His guileless children, overspent with woes300

And easily beguiled, will bend his will

Unto their prayers. His ancient thirst for power,

Together with his present poverty,

And harsh demands of toil will move the man,

However stubborn, by their weight of woes.

Attendant: But time by now has made his troubles light.305

Atreus: Nay; sense of wrong increases day by day.

'Tis easy to bear hardship for a time;

But to endure it long, an irksome task.

Attendant: Choose other servants of thy grim design.

Atreus: Young men lend ready ear to base commands.

Attendant: Beware, lest what against their uncle now310

Thou teachest them, they turn against their sire

In time to come. Full oft do crimes recoil

Upon the man who instigated them.

Atreus: Though none should teach them fraud and ways of crime,

The throne itself would teach them. Dost thou fear

Lest they grow evil? Evil were they born.

What thou dost savage, cruel call in me,

Dost deem impossible and impious,315

Perchance my brother even now doth plot

Against myself.

Attendant: Shall then thy children know

What crime they do?

Atreus: Not so, for youthful years

Cannot keep silent faith. They might perchance

Betray the trick. The art of secrecy

Is mastered only by the ills of life.

Attendant: And wilt thou then deceive the very ones320

Through whom thou plann'st another to deceive?

Atreus: That so they may themselves be free from guilt.

For what the need of implicating them

In crimes of mine? Nay, through my acts alone

My hate shall work its ends. But hold, my soul,

Thou doest ill, thou shrinkest from the task.

If thou dost spare thine own, thou sparest his325

As well. So then let Agamemnon be

The conscious minister of my designs,

And wittingly let MenelaÜs help

His father's plans. And by this test of crime,

Let their uncertain birth be put to proof:

If they refuse to wage this deadly war,

And will not serve my hatred; if they plead

He is their uncle—then is he their sire.

So let them go. But no! a look of fear330

Has oft revealed the heart. And weighty plans,

E'en 'gainst the stoutest will, betray themselves.

They shall not know of how great consequence

Their mission is.

[To Attendant.]

And do thou hide it too.

Attendant: No warning do I need, for in my breast

It shall be hid by fear and loyalty.

But more shall loyalty prevail with me.335

[Enter Thyestes returning from banishment, accompanied by his three sons.]

Thyestes: At last do I behold the welcome roofs

Of this my fatherland, the teeming wealth

Of Argos, and, the greatest and the best

Of sights to weary exiles, here I see405

My native soil and my ancestral gods

(If gods indeed there be). And there, behold,

The sacred towers by hands of Cyclops reared,

In beauty far excelling human art;

The race-course thronged with youth, where oftentimes

Have I within my father's chariot

Sped on to victory and fair renown.410

Now will all Argos come to welcome me;

The thronging folk will come—and Atreus too!

Oh, better far reseek thy wooded haunts,

Thy glades remote, and, mingled with the brutes,

Live e'en as they. Why should this splendid realm

With its fair-seeming glitter blind my eyes?415

When thou dost look upon the goodly gift,

Scan well the giver too. Of late I lived

With bold and joyous spirit, though my lot

All men considered hard to bear. But now

My heart is filled with fears, my courage fails;

And, bent on flight, my feet unwilling move.420

Tantalus [one of Thyestes' sons]: Why, O my father, dost thou falter so

With steps uncertain, turn away thy face,

And hold thyself as on a doubtful course?

Thyestes [in soliloquy]: Why hesitate, my soul, or why so long

Deliberate upon a point so clear?

To such uncertain things dost thou intrust

Thyself as throne and brother? And fearest thou

Those ills already conquered and found mild?425

Dost flee those cares which thou hast well bestowed?

Oh, now my former wretchedness is joy.

Turn back, while still thou mayst, and save thyself.

Tantalus: What cause, O father, forces thee to leave

Thy native land at last regained? Why now,430

When richest gifts are falling in thy lap,

Dost turn away? Thy brother's wrath is o'er;

And he has turned himself once more to thee,

Has given thee back thy share of sovereignty,

Restored our shattered house to harmony,

And made thee master of thyself again.

Thyestes: Thou askest why I fear—I cannot tell.

No cause for fear I see, but still I fear. 435

I long to go, and yet my trembling limbs

Go on with faltering steps, and I am borne

Where I most stoutly struggle not to go.

So, when a ship by oar and sail is driven,

The tide, resisting both, bears it away.

Tantalus: But thou must overcome whate'er it be440

That doth oppose and hold thy soul in check;

And see how great rewards await thee here:

Thou canst be king.

Thyestes: Since I have power to die.

Tantalus: But royal power is—

Thyestes: Naught, if only thou

No power dost covet.

Tantalus: Leave it to thy sons.

Thyestes: No realm on earth can stand divided power.

Tantalus: Should he, who can be happy, still be sad?445

Thyestes: Believe me, son, 'tis by their lying names

That things seem great, while others harsh appear

Which are not truly so. When high in power

I stood, I never ceased to be in fear;

Yea, even did I fear the very sword

Upon my thigh. Oh, what a boon it is

To be at feud with none, to eat one's bread450

Without a trace of care, upon the ground!

Crime enters not the poor man's humble cot;

And all in safety may one take his food

From slender boards; for 'tis in cups of gold

That poison lurks—I speak what I do know.

Ill fortune is to be preferred to good.

For since my palace does not threatening stand455

In pride upon some lofty mountain top,

The people fear me not; my towering roofs

Gleam not with ivory, nor do I need

A watchful guard to keep me while I sleep.

I do not fish with fleets, nor drive the sea

With massive dykes back from its natural shore;460

I do not gorge me at the world's expense;

For me no fields remote are harvested

Beyond the Getae and the Parthians;

No incense burns for me, nor are my shrines

Adorned in impious neglect of Jove;

No forests wave upon my battlements,

No vast pools steam for my delight; my days465

Are not to slumber given, nor do I spend

The livelong night in drunken revelry.

No one feels fear of me, and so my home,

Though all unguarded, is from danger free;

For poverty alone may be at peace.

And this I hold: the mightiest king is he,

Who from the lust of sovereignty is free.470

Tantalus: But if some god a kingdom should bestow,

It is not meet for mortal to refuse:

Behold, thy brother bids thee to the throne.

Thyestes: He bids? 'Tis but a cloak for treachery.

Tantalus: But brotherly regard ofttimes returns

Unto the heart from which it has been driven;

And righteous love regains its former strength.

Thyestes: And dost thou speak of brother's love to me?475

Sooner shall ocean bathe the heavenly Bears,

The raging waves of Sicily be still;

And sooner shall the Ionian waters yield

Ripe fields of grain; black night illume the earth;

And fire shall mate with water, life with death, 480

And winds shall make a treaty with the sea:

Than shall Thyestes know a brother's love.

Tantalus: What treachery dost thou fear?

Thyestes: All treachery.

What proper limit shall I give my fear?

My brother's power is boundless as his hate.

Tantalus: How can he harm thee?

Thyestes: For myself alone485

I have no fears; but 'tis for you, my sons,

That Atreus must be held in fear by me.

Tantalus: But canst thou be o'ercome, if on thy guard?

Thyestes: Too late one guards when in the midst of ills.

But let us on. In this one thing I show

My fatherhood: I do not lead to ill,

But follow you.

Tantalus: If well we heed our ways,

God will protect us. Come with courage on.490

Atreus [coming upon the scene, sees Thyestes and his three sons, and gloats over the fact that his brother is at last in his power. He speaks aside]: Now is the prey fast caught within my toils.

I see the father and his hated brood,

And here my vengeful hate is safe bestowed;

For now at last he's come into my hands;

He's come, Thyestes and his children—all!495

When I see him I scarce can curb my grief,

And keep my soul from breaking madly forth.

So when the Umbrian hound pursues the prey,

Keen scented, on the long leash held, he goes

With lowered muzzle questing on the trail.

While distant still the game and faint the scent,

Obedient to the leash, with silent tongue500

He goes along; but when the prey is near,

With straining neck he struggles to be free,

Bays loud against the cautious hunter's check,

And bursts from all restraint.

When, near at hand,

Hot wrath perceives the blood for which it thirsts,

It cannot be restrained. Yet must it be.

See how his unkempt, matted hair conceals505

His woeful countenance; how foul his beard.

[He now addresses Thyestes.]

My promised faith, my brother, will I keep;

'Tis a delight to see thee once again.

Come to my arms in mutual embrace;

For all the anger which I felt for thee

Has melted clean away. From this time forth

Let ties of blood be cherished, love and faith;510

And let that hatred which has cursed us both

Forever vanish from our kindred souls.

Thyestes: I should attempt to palliate my sins,

Hadst thou not shown me such fraternal love;

But now I own, my brother, now I own

That I have sinned against thee past belief.

Thy faithful piety has made my case

Seem blacker still. A double sinner he515

Who sins against a brother such as thou.

Now let my tears my penitence approve.

Thou, first of all mankind, beholdest me

A suppliant; these hands, which never yet

Have touched the feet of man, are laid on thine.

Let all thy wrathful feelings be forgot,

Be utterly erased from off thy soul;520

And take, O brother, as my pledge of faith

These guiltless sons of mine.

Atreus: Lay not thy hands

Upon my knees. Come, rather, to my arms.

And you, dear youths, the comforters of age,

Come cling about my neck. Those rags of woe,

My brother, lay aside, and spare mine eyes;

And clothe thyself more fittingly in these,525

The equal of my own. And, last of all,

Accept thine equal share of this our realm.

'Twill bring a greater meed of praise to me,

To restore thee safely to thy father's throne.

For chance may put the scepter in our hands;

But only virtue seeks to give it up.

Thyestes: May heaven, my brother, worthily repay530

These deeds of thine. But this my wretched head

Will not consent to wear a diadem,

Nor my ill-omened hand to hold the staff

Of power. Nay, rather, let me hide myself

Among the throng.

Atreus: There's room upon the throne.

Thyestes: But I shall know that all of thine is mine.535

Atreus: But who would throw away good fortune's gifts?

Thyestes: Whoe'er has found how easily they fail.

Atreus: And wouldst thou thwart thy brother's great renown?

Thyestes: Thy glory is attained; mine bides its time.

My mind is resolute to shun the crown.540

Atreus: Then I refuse my share of power as well.

Thyestes: Nay then, I yield. The name of king I'll wear,

But laws and arms—and I, are thine to sway.

Atreus [placing the crown on his brother's head]: I'll place this crown upon thy reverend head,

And pay the destined victims to the gods.545

Chorus: The sight is past belief. Behold,

This Atreus, fierce and bold of soul,

By every cruel passion swayed,

When first he saw his brother's face

Was held in dumb amaze.

No force is greater than the power

Of Nature's ties of love. 'Tis true

That wars with foreign foes endure;550

But they whom true love once has bound

Will ever feel its ties.

When wrath, by some great cause aroused,

Hath burst the bonds of amity,

And raised the dreadful cry of war;

When gleaming squadrons thunder down

With champing steeds; when flashing swords,555

By carnage-maddened Mars upreared,

Gleam with a deadly rain of blows:

E'en then for sacred piety

Those warring hands will sheathe the sword

And join in the clasp of peace.

What god has given this sudden lull560

In the midst of loud alarms? But now

Throughout Mycenae's borders rang

The noisy prelude of a strife

'Twixt brothers' arms. Here mothers pale

Embraced their sons, and the trembling wife

Looked on her armÉd lord in fear,

While the sword to his hand reluctant came,565

Foul with the rust of peace.

One strove to renew the tottering walls,

And one to strengthen the shattered towers,

And close the gates with iron bars;

While on the battlements the guard570

His anxious nightly vigils kept.

The daily fear of war is worse

Than war itself.

But fallen now are the sword's dire threats,

The deep-voiced trumpet-blare is still,

And the shrill, harsh notes of the clarion575

Are heard no more. While peace profound

Broods once again o'er the happy state.

So when, beneath the storm blast's lash,

The heaving waves break on the shore

Of Bruttium, and Scylla roars

Responsive from her cavern's depths;

Then, even within their sheltered port,580

The sailors fear the foaming sea

Which greedy Charybdis vomits up;

And Cyclops dreads his father's rage

Where he sits on burning Aetna's crag,

Lest the deathless flames on his roaring forge585

Be quenched by the overwhelming floods;

When poor LaËrtes feels the shock

Of reeling Ithaca, and thinks

That his island realm will be swallowed up:

Then, if the fierce winds die away,

The waves sink back in their quiet depths;

And the sea, which of late the vessels feared,590

Now far and wide with swelling sails

Is overspread, while tiny skiffs

Skim safely o'er its harmless breast;

And one may count the very fish

Deep down within the peaceful caves,

Where but now, beneath the raging blast,

The battered islands feared the sea.595

No lot endureth long. For grief

And pleasure, each in turn, depart;

But pleasure has a briefer reign.

From lowest to the highest state

A fleeting hour may bring us. He,

Who wears a crown upon his brow,

To whom the trembling nations kneel,600

Before whose nod the barbarous Medes

Lay down their arms, the Indians too,

Who dwell beneath the nearer sun,

And Dacians, who the Parthian horse

Are ever threat'ning: he, the king,

With anxious mind the scepter bears,

Foresees and fears the fickle chance605

And shifting time which soon or late

Shall all his power overthrow.

Ye, whom the ruler of the land

And sea has given o'er subject men

The fearful power of life and death,

Abate your overweening pride.

For whatsoever fear of you610

Your weaker subjects feel today,

Tomorrow shall a stronger lord

Inspire in you. For every power

Is subject to a greater power.

Him, whom the dawning day beholds

In proud estate, the setting sun

Sees lying in the dust.

Let no one then trust overmuch615

To favoring fate; and when she frowns,

Let no one utterly despair

Of better fortune yet to come.

For Clotho mingles good and ill;

She whirls the wheel of fate around,

Nor suffers it to stand.

To no one are the gods so good

That he may safely call his own620

Tomorrow's dawn; for on the whirling wheel

Has God our fortunes placed for good or ill.

ACT IV

[Enter Messenger breathlessly announcing the horror which has just been enacted behind the scenes.]

Messenger: Oh, for some raging blast to carry me

With headlong speed through distant realms of air,

And wrap me in the darkness of the clouds;

That so I might this monstrous horror tear

From my remembrance. Oh, thou house of shame625

To Pelops even and to Tantalus!

Chorus: What is the news thou bring'st?

Messenger: What realm is this?

Argos and Sparta, once the noble home

Of pious brothers? Corinth, on whose shores

Two rival oceans beat? Or do I see

The barbarous Danube on whose frozen stream

The savage Alani make swift retreat?630

Hyrcania beneath eternal snows?

Or those wide plains of wandering Scythians?

What place is this that knows such hideous crime?

Chorus: But tell thy tidings, whatsoe'er they be.

Messenger: When I my scattered senses gather up,

And horrid fear lets go its numbing hold

Upon my limbs. Oh, but I see it still,

The ghastly picture of that dreadful deed!635

Oh, come, ye whirlwinds wild, and bear me far,

Far distant, where the vanished day is borne.

Chorus: Thou hold'st our minds in dire uncertainty.

Speak out and tell us what this horror is,

And who its author. Yet would I inquire

Not who, but which he is. Speak quickly, then.640

Messenger: There is upon the lofty citadel

A part of Pelops' house that fronts the south,

Whose farther side lifts up its massive walls

To mountain heights; for so the reigning king

May better sway the town, and hold in check

The common rabble when it scorns the throne.

Within this palace is a gleaming hall,645

So huge, it may a multitude contain;

Whose golden architraves are high upborne

By stately columns of a varied hue.

Behind this public hall where people throng,

The palace stretches off in spacious rooms;

And, deep withdrawn, the royal sanctum lies,650

Far from the vulgar gaze. This sacred spot

An ancient grove within a dale confines,

Wherein no tree its cheerful shade affords,

Or by the knife is pruned; but cypress trees

And yews, and woods of gloomy ilex wave

Their melancholy boughs. Above them all655

A towering oak looks down and spreads abroad,

O'ershadowing all the grove. Within this place

The royal sons of Tantalus are wont

To ask consent of heaven to their rule,

And here to seek its aid when fortune frowns.

Here hang their consecrated offerings:

Sonorous trumpets, broken chariots,

Those famous spoils of the Myrtoan sea;660

Still hang upon the treacherous axle-trees

The conquered chariot-wheels—mementoes grim

Of every crime this sinful race has done.

Here also is the Phrygian turban hung

Of Pelops' self; and here the spoil of foes,

A rich embroidered robe, the prize of war.

An oozy stream springs there beneath the shade,665

And sluggish creeps along within the swamp,

Just like the ugly waters of the Styx

Which bind the oaths of heaven. 'Tis said that here

At dead of night the hellish gods make moan,

And all the grove resounds with clanking chains,

And mournful howl of ghosts. Here may be seen670

Whatever, but to hear of, causes fear.

The spirits of the ancient dead come forth

From old, decaying tombs, and walk abroad;

While monsters, greater than the world has known,

Go leaping round, grotesque and terrible.

The whole wood gleams with an uncanny light,

And without sign of fire the palace glows.

Ofttimes the grove re-echoes with the sound675

Of threefold bayings of the dogs of hell,

And oft do mighty shapes affright the house.

Nor are these fears allayed by light of day;

For night reigns ever here, and e'en at noon

The horror of the underworld abides.

From this dread spot are sure responses given680

To those who seek the oracle; the fates

With mighty sound from out the grot are told,

And all the cavern thunders with the god.

'Twas to this spot that maddened Atreus came,

His brother's children dragging in his train.

The sacrificial altars are adorned—

Oh, who can worthily describe the deed?

Behind their backs the noble captives' hands685

Are bound, and purple fillets wreathe their brows.

All things are ready, incense, sacred wine,

The sacrificial meal, and fatal knife.

The last detail is properly observed,

That this outrageous murder may be done

In strict observance of the ritual!

Chorus: Who lays his hand unto the fatal steel?690

Messenger: He is himself the priest; the baleful prayer

He makes, and chants the sacrificial song

With wild and boisterous words; before the shrine

He takes his place; the victims doomed to death

He sets in order, and prepares the sword.

He gives the closest heed to all details

And misses no least portion of the rite.695

The grove begins to tremble, earth to quake,

And all the palace totters with the shock,

And seems to hesitate in conscious doubt

Where it shall throw its ponderous masses down.

High on the left a star with darkling train

Shoots swift athwart the sky; the sacred wine

Poured at the altar fires, with horrid change,700

Turns bloody as it flows. The royal crown

Fell twice and yet again from Atreus' head,

And the ivory statues in the temple wept.

These monstrous portents moved all others sore;

But Atreus, only, held himself unmoved,

And even set the threat'ning gods at naught.

And now delay is at an end. He stands705

Before the shrine with lowering, sidelong gaze.

As in the jungle by the Ganges stream

A hungry tigress stands between two bulls,

Eager for both, but yet in doubtful mood

Which first shall feel her fangs (to this she turns710

With gaping jaws, then back to that again,

And holds her raging hunger in suspense):

So cruel Atreus eyes the victims doomed

To sate his cursÉd wrath; and hesitates

Who first shall feel the knife, and who shall die

The next in order. 'Tis of no concern,

But still he hesitates, and gloats awhile715

In planning how to do the horrid deed.

Chorus: Who then is first to die?

Messenger: First place he gives

(Lest you should think him lacking in respect)

Unto his grandsire's namesake, Tantalus.

Chorus: What spirit, what demeanor showed the youth?

Messenger: He stood quite unconcerned, nor strove to plead,720

Knowing such prayer were vain. But in his neck

That savage butcher plunged his gleaming sword

Clear to the hilt and drew it forth again.

Still stood the corpse upright, and, wavering long,

As 'twere in doubt or here or there to fall,725

At last prone on the uncle hurled itself.

Then he, his rancor unabated still,

Dragged youthful Plisthenes before the shrine,

And quickly meted him his brother's fate.

With one keen blow he smote him on the neck,

Whereat his bleeding body fell to earth;

While with a murmur inarticulate,

His head with look complaining rolled away.

Chorus: What did he then, this twofold murder done?730

The last one spare, or heap up crime on crime?

Messenger: As when some manÉd lion in the woods

Victorious attacks the Armenian herds—

(His jaws are smeared with blood, his hunger gone;

And yet he does not lay aside his wrath;735

Now here, now there he charges on the bulls,

And now the calves he worries, though his teeth

Are weary with their work)—so Atreus raves;

He swells with wrath; and, grasping in his hand

The sword with double slaughter dripping yet,

By fury blinded but with deadly stroke,

He drives clean through the body of the boy.740

And so, from breast to back transfixed, he falls

By double wound, and with his streaming blood

Extinguishes the baleful altar fires.

Chorus: Oh, horrid deed!

Messenger: What! horrid call ye that?

If only there the course of crime had stopped,

'Twould pious seem.745

Chorus: What more atrocious crime,

What greater sin could human heart conceive?

Messenger: And do ye think his crime was ended here?

'Twas just begun.

Chorus: What further could there be?

Perchance he threw the corpses to be torn

By raving beasts, and kept them from the fire?

Messenger: Would that he had! I do not pray for this,

That friendly earth may give them burial,

Or funeral fires consume; but only this,750

That as a ghastly meal they may be thrown

To birds and savage beasts. Such is my prayer,

Which otherwise were direful punishment.

Oh, that the father might their corpses see

Denied to sepulture! Oh, crime of crimes,

Incredible in any age; a crime

Which coming generations will refuse

To hear! Behold, from breasts yet warm with life,755

The exta, plucked away, lie quivering,

The lungs still breathe, the timid heart still beats.

But he the organs with a practiced hand

Turns deftly over, and inquires the fates,

Observing carefully the viscera.

With this inspection satisfied at length,

With mind at ease, he now is free to plan760

His brother's awful feast. With his own hand

The bodies he dismembers, carving off

The arms and shoulders, laying bare the bones,

And all with savage joy. He only saves

The heads and hands, those hands which he himself

Had clasped in friendly faith. Some of the flesh

Is placed on spits and by the roasting fires765

Hangs dripping; other parts into a pot

Are thrown, where on the water's seething stream

They leap about. The fire in horror shrinks

From the polluting touch of such a feast,

Recoils upon the shuddering altar-hearth

Twice and again, until at last constrained,

Though with repugnance strong, it fiercely burns.

The liver sputters strangely on the spits;770

Nor could I say whether the flesh or flames

Groan more. The fitful flames die out in smoke

Of pitchy blackness; and the smoke itself,

A heavy mournful cloud, mounts not aloft

In upward-shooting columns, straight and high,

But settles down like a disfiguring shroud

Upon the very statues of the gods.775

O all-enduring sun, though thou didst flee

In horror from the sight, and the radiant noon

Didst into darkness plunge; 'twas all too late.

The father tears his sons, and impiously feasts

On his own flesh. See, there in state he sits,

His hair anointed with the dripping nard,780

His senses dulled with wine. And oft the food,

As if in horror held, sticks in his throat.

In this thine evil hour one good remains,

One only, O Thyestes: that to know

Thy depth of suffering is spared to thee.

But even this will perish. Though the sun

Should turn his chariot backward on its course,785

And night, at noon arising from the earth,

Should quite obscure this foul and ghastly crime

With shades unknown, it could not be concealed;

For every evil deed shall be revealed.

[Unnatural darkness has come over the world at midday.]

Chorus: O father of the earth and sky,

Before whose rising beams the night790

With all her glories flees away;

Oh, whither dost thou turn thy course,

And why, midway of heaven, does day

To darkness turn? O Phoebus, why

Dost turn away thy shining face?

Not yet has evening's messenger

Called forth the nightly stars; not yet795

The rounding of thy western goal

Bids loose thy horses from their toil;

Not yet, as day fades into night,

Sounds forth the trumpets' evening call.

The plowman stands in dumb amaze,800

With oxen still unspent with toil,

To see the welcome supper hour

So quickly come. But what, O sun,

Has driven thee from thy heavenly course?

What cause from their accustomed way

Has turned thy steeds? Is war essayed

Once more by giants, bursting forth

From out the riven gates of Dis?805

Does Tityos, though wounded sore,

Renew his ancient, deadly wrath?

Perchance Typhoeus has thrown off

His mountain, and is free once more;

Perchance once more a way to heaven810

Those giants, felled in Phlegra's vale,

Are building, and on Pelion's top

Are piling Thracian Ossa high.

The accustomed changes of the heavens

Are gone to come no more. No more

The rising and the setting sun

Shall we behold. Aurora bright,815

The herald of the dewy morn,

Whose wont it is to speed the sun

Upon his way, now stands amazed

To see her kingdom overturned.

She is not skilled to bathe his steeds,

A-weary with their rapid course,

Nor in the cooling sea to plunge820

Their reeking manes. The sun himself,

In setting, sees the place of dawn,

And bids the darkness fill the sky

Without the aid of night. No stars

Come out, nor do the heavens gleam

With any fires; no moon dispels825

The darkness' black and heavy pall.

Oh, that the night itself were here,

Whatever this portends! Our hearts

Are trembling, yea, are trembling sore,

And smitten with a boding fear

Lest all the world in ruins fall,830

And formless chaos as of yore

O'erwhelm us, gods and men; lest land,

And all-encircling sea, and stars

That wander in the spangled heavens,

Be buried in the general doom.

No more with gleaming, deathless torch,835

Shall Phoebus, lord of all the stars,

Lead the procession of the years

And mark the seasons; nevermore

Shall Luna, flashing back his rays,

Dispel the fears of night; and pass

In shorter course her brother's car.840

The throng of heavenly beings soon

Shall in one vast abyss be heaped.

That shining path of sacred stars,

Which cuts obliquely 'thwart the zones,845

The standard-bearer of the years,

Shall see the stars in ruin fall,

Itself in ruin falling. He,

The Ram, who, in the early spring,

Restores the sails to the warming breeze,

Shall headlong plunge into those waves850

Through which the trembling maid of Greece

He bore of old. And Taurus, who

Upon his horns like a garland wears

The Hyades, shall drag with him

The sacred Twins, and the stretched-out claws

Of the curving Crab. With heat inflamed,

Alcides' Lion once again855

Shall fall from heaven; the Virgin, too,

Back to the earth she left shall fall;

And the righteous Scales with their mighty weights,

Shall drag in their fall the Scorpion.

And he, old Chiron, skilled to hold860

Upon his bow of Thessaly

The feathered dart, shall lose his shafts

And break his bow. Cold Capricorn,

Who ushers sluggish winter in,

Shall fall from heaven, and break thy urn,

Whoe'er thou art, O Waterman.865

And with thee shall the Fish depart

Remotest of the stars of heaven;

And those monsters[48] huge which never yet

Were in the ocean plunged, shall soon

Within the all-engulfing sea

Be swallowed up. And that huge Snake,

Which like a winding river glides870

Between the Bears, shall fall from heaven;[49]

United with that serpent huge,

The Lesser Bear, congealed with cold,

And that slow driver of the Wain

No longer stable in its course,

Shall all in common ruin fall.

Have we, of all the race of men,875

Been worthy deemed to be o'erwhelmed

And buried 'neath a riven earth?

Is this our age the end of all?

Alas, in evil hour of fate

Were we begotten, wretched still,

Whether the sun is lost to us880

Or banished by our impious sins!

But away with vain complaints and fear:

Eager for life is he who would not die,

Though all the world in death around him lie.

[48] Reading, monstra.

[49] Reading, with a semicolon after Anguis.

ACT V

Atreus [entering exultingly]: The peer of stars I move, high over all,885

And with exalted head attain the heavens!

Now are the reins of power within my hands,

And I am master of my father's throne.

I here renounce the gods, for I have gained

The height of my desires. It is enough,

And even I am satisfied. But why?

Nay, rather, will I finish my revenge,

And glut the father with his feast of death.890

The day has fled, lest shame should hold me back;

Act then, while yet the darkness veils the sky.

Oh, that I might restrain the fleeing gods,

And force them to behold the avenging feast!

But 'tis enough, if but the father sees.895

Though daylight aid me not, yet will I snatch

The shrouding darkness from thy miseries.

Too long with care-free, cheerful countenance

Thou liest at the feast. Now food enough,

And wine enough. For so great ills as these,900

Thyestes must his sober senses keep.

[To the slaves.]

Ye menial throng, spread wide the temple doors,

The festal hall reveal. 'Tis sweet to note

The father's frantic grief when first he sees

His children's gory heads; to catch his words,

To watch his color change; to see him sit,

All breathless with the shock, in dumb amaze,

In frozen horror at the gruesome sight.905

This is the sweet reward of all my toil—

To see his misery, e'en as it grows

Upon his soul.

[The doors are thrown open, showing Thyestes at the banquet table.]

Now gleams with many a torch

The spacious banquet hall. See, there he lies

Upon his golden couch all richly decked

With tapestry, his wine-befuddled head

Upstayed upon his hand. Oh, happy me!910

The mightiest of the heavenly gods am I,

And king of kings! The fondest of my hopes

Is more than realized. His meal is done;

Now raises he his silver cup to drink.

Spare not the wine; there still remains the blood

Of thy three sons, and 'twill be well disguised915

With old red wine. Now be the revel done.

Now let the father drink the mingled blood

Of his own offspring; mine he would have drunk.

But see, he starts to sing a festal song,

With mind uncertain and with senses dim.

Thyestes [sits alone at the banquet table, half overcome with wine; he tries to sing and be gay, but in spite of this, some vague premonition of evil weighs upon his spirit]: O heart, long dulled with wretchedness,920

Put by at last thine anxious cares.

Oh, now let grief and fear depart;

Let haunting hunger flee away,

The grim companion of the lot

Of trembling exiles; and disgrace,

A heavy load for mourning souls.925

More boots it from what height thou fall'st,

Than to what depth. How noble is't,

When fallen from the pinnacle,

With dauntless step and firm, to tread

The lowly plain; and noble too,

Though by a mass of cares o'erwhelmed,

To bolster up the shattered throne930

With neck unbending; and with soul

Heroic, undismayed by ills,

To stand erect beneath the weight

Of ruined fortunes.

But away,

Ye gloomy clouds of fate; ye marks

Of former misery, depart.935

Thy happy fortune greet with face

Of joy, and utterly forget

The old Thyestes. But alas!

This fault is linked with wretchedness,

That never can the woeful soul

Accept returned prosperity.

Though kindly fortune smile again,940

He who has suffered finds it hard

To give himself to joy. But why

Dost thou restrain me? Why forbid

To celebrate this festal day?

Why wouldst thou have me weep, O grief,

For no cause rising? Why with flowers,945

Dost thou forbid to wreathe my hair?

It does, it does forbid! For see,

Upon my head the flowers of spring

Have withered; and my festal locks,

Though dripping with the precious nard,

Stand up in sudden dread; my cheeks,

That have no cause to weep, are wet950

With tears; and in the midst of speech

I groan aloud. No doubt 'tis true,

That grief, well trained in weeping, loves

To melt away in tears; and oft

The wretched feel a strong desire

To weep their fill. E'en so I long

To cry aloud my wretchedness,

To rend these gorgeous Tyrian robes,955

And shriek my misery to heaven.

My mind gives intimation dark

Of coming grief, its own distress

Foreboding. So the sailor fears

The raging tempest's near approach,

When tranquil waters heave and swell,960

Without a breath of wind. Thou fool,

What grief, what rising storm of fate

Dost thou imagine nigh? Nay, nay,

Believe thy brother; for thy fear—

'Tis groundless, whatsoe'er it be,

Or thou dost fear too late. Ah me,

I would not be unhappy now;965

But in my soul dim terror stalks,

Nor can my eyes withhold their tears;

And all for naught. What can it be?

Am I possessed by grief or fear?

Or can this some great rapture be,

That weeps for joy?

Atreus [greeting his brother with effusive affection]: With one consent, my brother, let us keep970

This festal day. For this the happy day

Which shall the scepter 'stablish in thy hand,

And link our family in the bonds of peace.

Thyestes [pushing the remains of the feast from him]: Enough of food and wine! One thing alone

Can swell my generous sum of happiness—

If with my children I may share my joy.975

Atreus: Believe that in the father's bosom rest

The sons; both now and ever shall they be

With thee. No single part of these thy sons

Shall e'er be taken from thee. Make request:

What thou desirest will I freely give,

And fill thee with thy loving family.

Thou shalt be satisfied; be not afraid.980

E'en now thy children, mingled with my own,

Enjoy alone their youthful festival.

They shall be summoned hither. Now behold

This ancient cup, an heirloom of our house.

Take thou and drink the wine which it contains.

[He hands Thyestes the cup filled with mingled blood and wine.]

Thyestes: I take my brother's proffered gift. But first

Unto our father's gods we'll pour a share,

And then will drink the cup.985

But what is this?

My hands will not obey my will; the cup—

How heavy it has grown, how it resists

My grasp! And see how now the wine itself,

Though lifted to my mouth, avoids the touch,

And flees my disappointed lips. Behold,

The table totters on the trembling floor;

The lights burn dim; the very air is thick,990

And, by the natural fires deserted, stands

All dull and lifeless 'twixt the day and night.

What can it all portend? Now more and more

The shattered heavens seem tottering to their fall;

The darkness deepens, and the gloomy night

In blacker night is plunged. And all the stars

Have disappeared. Whatever this may mean,995

Oh, spare my children, brother, spare, I pray;

And let this gathering storm of evil burst

Upon my head. Oh, give me back my sons!

Atreus: Yes, I will give them back, and never more

Shall they be taken from thy fond embrace.

[Exit.]

Thyestes: What is this tumult rising in my breast?

Why do my vitals quake? I feel a load1000

Unbearable, and from my inmost heart

Come groans of agony that are not mine.

My children, come! your wretched father calls.

Oh come! For when mine eyes behold you here,

Perchance this care will pass away.—But whence

Those answering calls?

Atreus [returning, with a covered platter in his hands]: Now spread thy loving arms.

See, here they are.

[He uncovers the platter revealing the severed heads of Thyestes' sons.]

Dost recognize thy sons?1005

Thyestes: I recognize my brother! How, O Earth,

Canst thou endure such monstrous crime as this?

Why dost thou not to everlasting shade

And Styx infernal cleave a yawning gulf,

And sweep away to empty nothingness

This guilty king with all his realm? And why

Dost thou not raze, and utterly destroy1010

The city of Mycenae? Both of us

Should stand with Tantalus in punishment.

If, far below the depths of Tartarus,

There is a deeper hell, O Mother Earth,

Thy strong foundations rend asunder wide,

And send us thither to that lowest pit.1015

There let us hide beneath all Acheron;

Let damnÉd shades above our guilty heads

Go wandering; let fiery Phlegethon

In raging torrent pour his burning sands

Above our place of exile.

But the earth

Insensate lies, and utterly unmoved.1020

The gods have fled.

Atreus: Nay, come with thankful heart

Receive thy sons whom thou hast long desired.

Enjoy them, kiss them, share among the three

Thy fond embraces.

Thyestes: And is this thy bond?

Is this thy grace, thy fond fraternal faith?

So dost thou cease to hate? I do not ask1025

That I may have my sons again unharmed;

But what in crime and hatred may be given,

This I, a brother, from a brother ask:

That I may bury them. Restore my sons,

And thou shalt see their corpses burned at once.

The father begs for naught that he may keep,

But utterly destroy.1030

Atreus: Thou hast thy sons,

Whate'er of them remains; thou also hast

Whate'er does not remain.

Thyestes: What hast thou done?

Hast fed them to the savage, greedy birds?

Have beasts of prey devoured their tender flesh?

Atreus: Thou hast thyself that impious banquet made.

Thyestes: Oh, then, 'twas this that shamed the gods of heaven,1035

And drove the day in horror back to dawn!

Ah me, what cries shall voice, what plaints express

My wretchedness? Where can I find the words

That can describe my woe? The severed heads

And hands and mangled feet are there; for these

Their sire, for all his greed, could not devour.1040

But Oh, I feel within my vitals now

That horrid thing which struggles to be free,

But can no exit find. Give me the sword,

Which even now is reeking with my blood,

That it may set my children free from me.

Thou wilt not give it me? Then let my breast1045

Resound with crushing blows—but hold thy hand,

Unhappy one, and spare the imprisoned shades.

Oh, who has ever seen such crime as this?

What dweller on the rough and hostile crags

Of Caucasus, or what Procrustes dire,

The terror of the land of Attica?

Lo I, the father, overwhelm my sons,1050

And by those very sons am overwhelmed.

Is there no limit to this crime of thine?

Atreus: When one for its own sake commits a crime,

There is a proper limit; but no end

Is possible when vengeance through the crime

Is sought. E'en as it is, this deed of mine

Is all too mild. I should have poured their blood

Straight from their gaping wounds into thy mouth,1055

That thou mightst drink their very streams of life.

But there my wrath was cheated of its due

By overhaste.

I smote them with the sword,

I slaughtered them before the sacred shrine,

And with their blood appeased our household gods;

I hewed their lifeless bodies limb from limb;

I carved them into bits, and part I seethed1060

In brazen kettles, part before the fire

On spits I roasted. From their living limbs

I carved the tender flesh, and saw it hiss

And sputter on the slender spit, the while

With my own hands I kept the fire a-blaze.1065

But all these things the father should have done.

In this my vengeful grief has fallen short.

With impious teeth he tore his slaughtered sons;

But still in merciful unconsciousness

The deed was done and suffered.

Thyestes: O ye seas,

Hemmed round by curving shores, give ear to this!

Hear too, ye gods, wherever ye have fled.1070

Ye lords of hades, hear; hear, O ye lands;

And Night, all black and heavy with the pall

Of Tartarus, attend unto my cry;

For I am left to thee, and thou alone

Doth look in pity on my wretchedness,

Thou, too, forsaken of the friendly stars;

For I will raise no wicked prayers to thee,

Naught for myself implore—what could I ask?1075

For you, ye heavenly gods, be all my prayers.

O thou, almighty ruler of the sky,

Who sitt'st as lord upon the throne of heaven,

Enwrap the universe in dismal clouds,

Incite the winds to war on every side,

And let thy thunders crash from pole to pole;1080

Not with such lesser bolts as thou dost use

Against the guiltless homes of common men,

But those which overthrew the triple mass

Of heaped-up mountains, and those giant forms,

Themselves like mountains huge: such arms employ;

Hurl down such fires. Avenge the banished day;1085

With thy consuming flames supply the light

Which has been snatched from out the darkened heaven.

Select us both as objects of thy wrath;

Or if not both, then me; aim thou at me.

With that three-forkÉd bolt of thine transfix1090

My guilty breast. If I would give my sons

To burning and to fitting burial,

I must myself be burned. But if my prayers

Do not with heaven prevail, and if no god

Aims at the impious his fatal shaft;

Then may eternal night brood o'er the earth,

And hide these boundless crimes in endless shade.

If thou, O sun, dost to thy purpose hold,1095

And cease to shine, I supplicate no more.

Atreus: Now do I praise my handiwork indeed;

Now have I gained the palm of victory.

My deed had failed entirely of its aim,

Didst thou not suffer thus. Now may I trust

That those I call my sons are truly so,

And faith that once my marriage bed was pure

Has come again.

Thyestes: What was my children's sin?1100

Atreus: Because they were thy children.

Thyestes: But to think

That children to the father—

Atreus: That indeed,

I do confess it, gives me greatest joy:

That thou art well assured they were thy sons.

Thyestes: I call upon the gods of innocence—

Atreus: Why not upon the gods of marriage call?

Thyestes: Why dost thou seek to punish crime with crime?

Atreus: Well do I know the cause of thy complaint:

Because I have forestalled thee in the deed.

Thou grievest, not because thou hast consumed1105

This horrid feast, but that thou wast not first

To set it forth. This was thy fell intent,

To arrange a feast like this unknown to me,

And with their mother's aid attack my sons,

And with a like destruction lay them low.

But this one thing opposed—thou thought'st them thine.

Thyestes: The gods will grant me vengeance. Unto them1110

Do I intrust thy fitting penalty.

Atreus: And to thy sons do I deliver thee.

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