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He hath conquered, he cometh to free us

With garlands new-won,

More high than the crowns of Alpheüs,

Thine own father's son:

Cry, cry, for the day that is won!

O Light of the Sun, O chariot wheels of flame,

O Earth and Night, dead Night without a name

That held me! Now mine eyes are raised to see,

And all the doorways of my soul flung free.

Aegisthus dead! My father's murderer dead!

What have I still of wreathing for the head

Stored in my chambers? Let it come forth now

To bind my brother's and my conqueror's brow.

[Some garlands are brought out from the house to.

Go, gather thy garlands, and lay them

As a crown on his brow, many-tressed,

But our feet shall refrain not nor stay them:

'Tis the joy that the Muses have blest.

For our king is returned as from prison,

The old king, to be master again,

Our belovèd in justice re-risen:

With guile he hath slain

But cry, cry in joyance again!

[There enter from the left and, followed by some thralls.