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SCENE THE SEVENTH.
ORESTES, ELECTRA, PYLADES and Attendants, with lights.PYLADES.
O my Orestes!—do my arms entwine thee!—
[Embracing him.
Electra too!—This, this indeed is transport—
[Embracing her.
Pardon the rude expression of my joy!
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Say, Pylades, what miracle redeems us?
What blest event? For such, my gallant friend,
Thy eyes discover, ere thy tongue relates it.
PYLADES.
A miracle indeed—and worthy heav'n!
Your arms prevail—your diadem is won—
Your enemy in chains—
ORESTES.
Benignant Gods!
ELECTRA.
Proceed.
PYLADES.
When, yester-night, we found Ægysthus
Was master of your persons, ev'ry mind
Was fill'd with terror—rous'd to desperation—
Fearing the spirit of the ruthless tyrant
Would sate its baneful rancour with your blood,
And frust'rate all our glorious hopes forever.
But still resolv'd to rescue or revenge ye,
Sage Melisander urg'd my secret posting
With speed to hasten on our phocian succours.
Eager I fled—and by the guiding light
Of golden phosphor led 'em with success—
Aurora saw us at Mycenæ's gates—
Which having forc'd, we join'd our joyful friends.
Was master of your persons, ev'ry mind
Was fill'd with terror—rous'd to desperation—
Fearing the spirit of the ruthless tyrant
Would sate its baneful rancour with your blood,
And frust'rate all our glorious hopes forever.
But still resolv'd to rescue or revenge ye,
Sage Melisander urg'd my secret posting
With speed to hasten on our phocian succours.
Eager I fled—and by the guiding light
Of golden phosphor led 'em with success—
Aurora saw us at Mycenæ's gates—
Which having forc'd, we join'd our joyful friends.
Soon as with brandish'd arms and clam'rous shouts
Our firm, united bands began to move,
The torrent of allegiance turn'd its course,
And pour'd in tides the people to our aid.
The palace almost instantly surrounded—
We quickly master'd the usurper's guards,
And seiz'd his person—where in chains he waits
The doom your sov'reign justice shall decree.
Our firm, united bands began to move,
The torrent of allegiance turn'd its course,
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The palace almost instantly surrounded—
We quickly master'd the usurper's guards,
And seiz'd his person—where in chains he waits
The doom your sov'reign justice shall decree.
ORESTES.
Transporting tidings!—Haste we to the spot—
My soul's on fire 'till I've accomplish'd all.
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