_Ghost of Thyestes:_ Escaped from gloomy Pluto's murky realm And leaving Tartara's deep pit I come, All doubting which abode I hate the more; That world I flee, but this I put to flight. My soul shrinks back, my limbs do quake with fear. 5 I see my father's house--my brother's too! Here is the ancient seat of Pelop's race; In this proud hall it is Pelasgians' wont To crown their kings; here sit those overlords Whose hands the kingdom's haughty scepter wield; 10 Here is their council chamber--here they feast! Let me go hence. Were it not better far To sit beside the dark, sad pools of Styx, And see the hell-hound's black and tossing mane? Where one, bound fast upon a whirling wheel, 15 Back to himself is borne; where fruitless toil Is mocked forever by the rolling stone; Where living vitals glut the vulture's greed, Consumed but e'er renewed; and one old man, By mocking waves surrounded, seeks in vain 20 To sate his burning thirst, dire punishment For that he strove to trick th' immortal gods. But, ranked with mine, how slight that old man's sin! Take count of all whose impious deeds on earth Make them to tremble at the bar of hell: By my dread crimes will I outdo them all;-- 25 But not my brother's crimes. Three sons of mine Lie buried in me, yea, mine own dear flesh Have I consumed. Nor this the only blot With which dire fortune's hand hath stained my soul; But, daring greater sin, she bade me seek (Oh, foul impiety!) my daughter's arms. 30 Bold for revenge, I dared and did the deed, And so fearful cycle was complete: As sons the sire, so sire the daughter filled. Then were the laws of nature backward turned: I mingled sire with grandsire, sons with grandsons; Yea, monstrous! husband and father did I join, 35 And drove the day back to the shades of night. But fate at last, though doubtful, long deferred, Hath had regard unto my evil plight, And brought the day of vengeance near; for lo, This king of kings, this leader of the Greeks, This Agamemnon comes, whose royal flag 40 A thousand Grecian vessels following Once filled the Trojan waters with their sails. Now ten bright suns have run their course, and Troy Has been o'erthrown, and he is close at hand-- To place his neck in Clytemnestra's power. Now, now, this house shall flow again with blood, But this of Atreus' stock! Swords, axes, darts 45 I see, and that proud head with murderous stroke Asunder cleft; now impious crimes are near, Now treachery, slaughter, blood; the feast is spread. The cause, Aegisthus, of thy shameful birth, Is come at last. But why hangs down thy head In shame? Why hesitates thy faltering hand 50