The tyrant raged; my merits he obscured;610
My statues, my inscriptions, honors—all,
On pain of death he bade to be destroyed
Throughout the world—that world my hapless love,
To my own direful punishment, had given
To be by him, an untried boy, controlled.
And now my murdered husband's angry ghost
Shakes vengeful torches in my guilty face,615
Insistent, threat'ning; blames his death on me,
His murdered son, and loud demands that now