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Page 21
Be thou favourable and fair;
By thine arrows and thy might
And Orion overthrown;
By the maiden thy delight,
By the indissoluble zone
And the sacred hair.
MESSENGER.
Maidens, if ye will sing now, shift your song,
Bow down, cry, wail for pity; is this a time
For singing? nay, for strewing of dust and ash,
Rent raiment, and for bruising of the breast.
CHORUS.
What new thing wolf-like lurks behind thy words?
What snake's tongue in thy lips? what fire in the eyes?
MESSENGER.
Bring me before the queen and I will speak.
CHORUS.
Lo, she comes forth as from thank-offering made.
MESSENGER.
A barren offering for a bitter gift.
ALTHAEA.
What are these borne on branches, and the face
Covered? no mean men living, but now slain
Such honour have they, if any dwell with death.
MESSENGER.
Queen, thy twain brethren and thy mother's sons.
ALTHAEA.
Lay down your dead till I behold their blood
If it be mine indeed, and I will weep.
MESSENGER,
Weep if thou wilt, for these men shall no more.
ALTHAEA.
O brethren, O my father's sons, of me
Well loved and well reputed, I should weep
Tears dearer than the dear blood drawn from you
But that I know you not uncomforted,
Sleeping no shameful sleep, however slain,
For my son surely hath avenged you dead.
MESSENGER.
Nay, should thine own seed slay himself, O queen?
ALTHAEA.
Thy double word brings forth a double death.
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