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380 To show themselves forth-coming from these halls,

By your self-tendered covenant to die.

King, thou dost trample on my misery:

Thou heapest insult on the heart bereaved.

So strong and so impatient fits not thee.

But, since of force thou doomest me to die,

Of force must I content me and do thy will.

And Megara, and Alkmena's son's brood—where?

I think that she—if one without may guess—

What now?—for this thy thinking hast thou ground?

Sits suppliant at the holy altar-steps,—

With bootless prayer to heaven to save her life!

And vainly calleth on a husband dead.

Not here is he; nor shall he ever come.

Never,—except by a God raised from the dead.