_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 repay 530 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 * * * * *