At the undried fount of this breast,
A babe, thou smilest again.
Thy brothers play at my feet,
Early-slain innocents! near,
Thy kind-speaking father stands.
Æpytus
Remember, to revenge his death I come!
Merope
Ah ... revenge! ant.
That word! it kills me! I see
Once more roll back on my house,
Never to ebb, the accurst
All-flooding ocean of blood.
Æpytus
Mother, sometimes the justice of the Gods
Appoints the way to peace through shedding blood.
Merope
Sorrowful peace!
Æpytus