To see his misery, e'en as it grows
Upon his soul.
[The doors are thrown open, showing Thyestes at the banquet table.]
Now gleams with many a torch
The spacious banquet hall. See, there he lies
Upon his golden couch all richly decked
With tapestry, his wine-befuddled head
Upstayed upon his hand. Oh, happy me!910
The mightiest of the heavenly gods am I,
And king of kings! The fondest of my hopes