I would not be unhappy now;965
But in my soul dim terror stalks,
Nor can my eyes withhold their tears;
And all for naught. What can it be?
Am I possessed by grief or fear?
Or can this some great rapture be,
That weeps for joy?
Atreus [greeting his brother with effusive affection]: With one consent, my brother, let us keep970
This festal day. For this the happy day
Which shall the scepter 'stablish in thy hand,