Æpytus
Only by over joy
Merope
Art thou, then, come?...
Æpytus
Never to part again.
[They fall into one another's arms. Then Merope,
holding Æpytus by the hand, turns to The
Chorus.
Merope
O kind Messenian maidens, O my friends,
Bear witness, see, mark well, on what a head
My first stroke of revenge had nearly fallen!
The Chorus