So when my days have passed away
From noisy, restless tumult free,
May I, in meek obscurity400
And full of years, decline in death.
But death lies heavily on him
Who, though to all the world well known,
Is stranger to himself alone.
ACT III
[Enter Thyestes returning from banishment, accompanied by his three sons.]
Thyestes: At last do I behold the welcome roofs