Matthew Arnold,
Poetical Works of Matthew Arnold
“ Are these words Merope's—is this voice mine? Old man, old man, thou had'st my boy in charge, And he is lost, and thou hast that to atone! Fly, find me on the instant where confer The murderer and his impious setter-on— And ye, keep faithful silence, friends, and mark What one weak woman can achieve alone. Arcas O mistress, by the Gods, do nothing rash! [393] Merope Unfaithful servant, dost thou, too, desert me? Arcas I go! ”
