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What curse on palace and on people sped
With her； the Fury sent on Priam's pride；
By angered Zeus！ what tears of many a widowed bride！
antistrophe 3
Long； long ago to mortals this was told；
How sweet security and blissful state
Have curses for their children…so men hold…
And for the man of all…too prosperous fate
Springs from a bitter seed some woe insatiate。
Alone； alone； I deem far otherwise；
Not bliss nor wealth it is； but impious deed；
From which that after…growth of ill doth rise！
Woe springs from wrong； the plant is like the seed…
While Right； in honour's house； doth its own likeness breed。
strophe 4
Some past impiety； some grey old crime；
Breeds the young curse； that wantons in our ill；
Early or late； when haps th'appointed time…
And out of light brings power of darkness still；
A master…fiend； a foe； unseen； invincible；
A pride accursed； that broods upon the race
And home in which dark Ate holds her sway…
Sin's child and Woe's； that wears its parents' face；
antistrophe 4
While Right in smoky cribs shines clear as day；
And decks with weal his life； who walks the righteous way。
From gilded halls； that hands polluted raise；
Right turns away with proud averted eyes；
And of the wealth； men stamp amiss with praise；
Heedless； to poorer； holier temples hies；
And to Fate's goal guides all； in its appointed wise。
（AGAMEMNON enters； riding in a chariot and accompanied by
a great procession。 CASSANDRA follows in another chariot。
The CHORUS sings its welcome。）
Hail to thee； chief of Atreus' race；
Returning proud from Troy subdued！
How shall I greet thy conquering face？
How nor a fulsome praise obtrude；
Nor stint the meed of gratitude？
For mortal men who fall to ill
Take little heed of open truth；
But seek unto its semblance still：
The show of weeping and of ruth
To the forlorn will all men pay；
But； of the grief their eyes display；
Nought to the heart doth pierce its way。
And； with the joyous； they beguile
Their lips unto a feigned smile；
And force a joy； unfelt the while；
But he who as a shepherd wise
Doth know his flock； can ne'er misread
Truth in the falsehood of his eyes；
Who veils beneath a kindly guise
A lukewarm love in deed。
And thou； our leader…when of yore
Thou badest Greece go forth to war
For Helen's sake…I dare avow
That then I held thee not as now；
That to my vision thou didst seem
Dyed in the hues of disesteem。
I held thee for a pilot ill；
And reckless； of thy proper will；
Endowing others doomed to die
With vain and forced audacity！
Now from my heart； ungrudgingly；
To those that wrought； this word be said…
Well fall the labour ye have sped…
Let time and search； O king； declare
What men within thy city's bound
Were loyal to the kingdom's care；
And who were faithless found。
AGAMEMNON （still standing in the chariot）
First； as is meet； a king's All…hail be said
To Argos； and the gods that guard the land…
Gods who with me availed to speed us home；
With me availed to wring from Priam's town
The due of justice。 In the court of heaven
The gods in conclave sat and judged the cause；
Not from a pleader's tongue； and at the close；
Unanimous into the urn of doom
This sentence gave； On Ilion and her men；
Death： and where hope drew nigh to pardon's urn
No hand there was to cast a vote therein。
And still the smoke of fallen Ilion
Rises in sight of all men； and the flame
Of Ate's hecatomb is living yet；
And where the towers in dusty ashes sink；
Rise the rich fumes of pomp and wealth consumed
For this must all men pay unto the gods
The meed of mindful hearts and gratitude：
For by our hands the meshes of revenge
Closed on the prey； and for one woman's sake
Troy trodden by the Argive monster lies…
The foal； the shielded band that leapt the wall；
What time with autumn sank the Pleiades。
Yea； o'er the fencing wall a lion sprang
Ravening； and lapped his fill of blood of kings。
Such prelude spoken to the gods in full；
To you I turn； and to the hidden thing
Whereof ye spake but now： and in that thought
I am as you； and what ye say； say I。
For few are they who have such inborn grace；
As to look up with love； and envy not；
When stands another on the height of weal。
Deep in his heart； whom jealousy hath seized；
Her poison lurking doth enhance his load；
For now beneath his proper woes he chafes；
And sighs withal to see another's weal。
I speak not idly； but from knowledge sure…
There be who vaunt an utter loyalty；
That is but as the ghost of friendship dead；
A shadow in a glass； of faith gone by。
One only…he who went reluctant forth
Across the seas with me…Odysseus…he
Was loyal unto me with strength and will；
A trusty trace…horse bound unto my car。
Thus…be he yet beneath the light of day；
Or dead； as well I fear…I speak his praise。
Lastly； whate'er be due to men or gods；
With joint debate； in public council held；
We will decide； and warily contrive
That all which now is well may so abide：
For that which haply needs the healer's art；
That will we medicine； discerning well
If cautery or knife befit the time。
Now； to my palace and the shrines of home；
I will pass in； and greet you first and fair；
Ye gods； who bade me forth； and home again…
And long may Victory tarry in my train！
（CLYTEMNESTRA enters from the palace； followed by maidens
bearing crimson robes。）
CLYTEMNESTRA
Old men of Argos； lieges of our realm；
Shame shall not bid me shrink lest ye should see
The love I bear my lord。 Such blushing fear
Dies at the last from hearts of human kind。
From mine own soul and from no alien lips；
I know and will reveal the life I bore。
Reluctant； through the lingering livelong years；
The while my lord beleaguered Ilion's wall。
First； that a wife sat sundered from her lord；
In widowed solitude； was utter woe
And woe； to hear how rumour's many tongues
All boded evil…woe； when he who came
And he who followed spake of ill on ill；
Keening Lost； lost； all lost！ thro' hall and bower。
Had this my husband met so many wounds；
As by a thousand channels rumour told；
No network e'er was full of holes as he。
Had he been slain； as oft as tidings came
That he was dead； he well might boast him now
A second Geryon of triple frame；
With triple robe of earth above him laid…
For that below； no matter…triply dead；
Dead by one death for every form he bore。
And thus distraught by news of wrath and woe；
Oft for self…slaughter had I slung the noose；
But others wrenched it from my neck away。
Hence haps it that Orestes； thine and mine；
The pledge and symbol of our wedded troth；
Stands not beside us now； as he should stand。
Nor marvel thou at this： he dwells with one
Who guards him loyally； 'tis Phocis' king；
Strophius； who warned me erst； Bethink thee； queen；
What woes of doubtful issue well may fall
Thy lord in daily jeopardy at Troy；
While here a populace uncurbed may cry；
〃Down witk the council； down！〃 bethink thee too；
'Tis the world's way to set a harder heel
On fallen power。
For thy child's absence then
Such mine excuse； no wily afterthought。
For me； long since the gushing fount of tears
Is wept away； no drop is left to shed。
Dim are the eyes that ever watched till dawn；
Weeping； the bale…fires； piled for thy return；
Night after night unkindled。 If I slept；
Each sound…the tiny humming of a gnat；
Roused me again； again； from fitful dreams
Wherein I felt thee smitten； saw thee slain；
Thrice for each moment of mine hour of sleep。
All this I bore； and now； released from woe；
I hail my lord as watch…dog of a fold；
As saving stay…rope of a storm…tossed ship；
As column stout that holds the roof aloft；
As only child unto a sire bereaved；
As land beheld； past hope； by cr