ACT III
[Enter Eurybates with laurel-wreathed spear.]
Eurybates: Ye shrines and altars of the heavenly gods,
Ye Lares of my fathers, after long
And weary wanderings, scarce trusting yet
My longing eyes, I give ye grateful thanks.
Pay now your vows which you have vowed to heaven,
Ye Argive people; for behold, your king,395
The pride and glory of this land of Greece,
Back to his father's house as victor comes.