But for the vanquished 'tis their direful need.
Come, share my throne; let us unite our wills.370
And, as my pledge of faith, receive my hand.
But why dost thou in scornful silence wait?
Megara: And dost thou think that I would touch the hand
That is besprinkled with my father's gore,
And my two brothers' blood? Oh, sooner far
Shall day's last beams go out in eastern skies,
And dawn break in the west; sooner shall peace375
Be made 'twixt snow and flame, and Scylla join