MEROPE.
347
ÆPYTUS.
In word I died, that I in deed might live.
But who are these?
ARCAS.
Messenian maidens, friends.
ÆPYTUS.
And, Arcas!—but I tremble!
ARCAS.
Boldly ask.
ÆPYTUS.
That black-robed, swooning figure?...
ARCAS.
Merope.
ÆPYTUS.
O mother! mother!
MEROPE.
Who upbraids me? Ah!...
[seeing the axe.
ÆPYTUS.
Upbraids thee? no one.
MEROPE.
Thou dost well: but take...
ÆPYTUS.
