KLUTAIMNESTRA.
Soon shall we know — of these light-bearing torches,
And beacons and exchanges, fire with fire —
If they are true, indeed, or if, dream-fashion,
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This gladsome light came and deceived our judgment.
Yon herald from the shore I see, o’ershadowed
With boughs of olive: dust, mud’s thirsty brother,
Close neighbours on his garb, thus testify me
That neither voiceless, nor yet kindling for thee
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Mountain-wood-flame, shall he explain by fire-smoke:
But either tell out more the joyance, speaking ..
Word contrary to which, I aught but love it!
For may good be — to good that’s known — appendage!
HERALD.
Ha, my forefathers’ soil of earth Argeian!
Thee, in this year’s tenth light, am I returned to —
Of many broken hopes, on one hope chancing;
For never prayed I, in this earth Argeian
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Dying, to share my part in tomb the dearest.
Now, hail thou earth, and hail thou also, sunlight,
And Zeus, the country’s lord, and king the Puthian
From bow no longer urging at us arrows!
Enough, beside Skamandros, cam’st thou adverse:
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Now, contrary, be saviour thou and healer,
O king Apollon! And gods conquest-granting,
All — I invoke too, and my tutelary
Hermes, dear herald, heralds’ veneration, —
And Heroes our forthsenders, — friendly, once more
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The army to receive, the war-spear’s leavings!
Ha, mansions of my monarchs, roofs beloved,
And awful seats, and deities sun-fronting —
Receive with pomp your monarch, long time absent!
For he comes bringing light in night-time to you,
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In common with all these — king Agamemnon.
But kindly greet him — for clear shows your duty —
Who has dug under
with the mattock
Of Zeus the Avenger, whereby plains are out-ploughed,
Altars unrecognizable, and gods’ shrines,
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And the whole land’s seed thoroughly has perished.
And such a yoke-strap having cast round
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The elder king Atreides, happy man — he
Comes to be honoured, worthiest of what mortals
Now are. Nor Paris nor the accomplice-city
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Outvaunts their deed as more than they are done-by:
For, in a suit for rape and theft found guilty,
He missed of plunder and, in one destruction,
Fatherland, house and home has mowed to atoms:
Debts the Priamidai have paid twice over.
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HERALD.
For well have things been worked out: these, — in much time,
Some of them, one might say, had luck in falling,
While some were faulty: since who, gods excepted,
Goes, through the whole time of his life, ungrieving?
For labours should I tell of, and bad lodgments,
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Narrow deckways ill-strewn, too, — what the day’s woe
We did not groan at getting for our portion?
As for land-things, again, on went more hatred!
Since beds were ours hard by the foemen’s ramparts,
And, out of heaven and from the earth, the meadow
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Dews kept a-sprinkle, an abiding damage
Of vestures, making hair a wild-beast matting.
Winter, too, if one told of it — bird-slaying —
Such as, unbearable, Idaian snow brought —
Or heat, when waveless, on its noontide couches
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Without a wind, the sea would slumber falling
— Why must one mourn these? O’er and gone is labour:
O’er and gone is it, even to those dead ones,
So that no more again they mind uprising.
Why must we tell in numbers those deprived ones,
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And the live man be vexed with fate’s fresh outbreak?
Rather, I bid full farewell to misfortunes!
For us, the left from out the Argeian army,
The gain beats, nor does sorrow counterbalance.
So that ’t is fitly boasted of, this sunlight,
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By us, o’er sea and land the aery flyers,
at last taking, the band of Argives
Hang up such trophies to the gods of
Within their domes — new glory to grow ancient!
Such things men having heard must praise the city
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And army-leaders: and the grace which wrought them —
Of Zeus, shall honoured be. Thou hast my whole word.
KLUTAIMNESTRA.
I shouted long ago, indeed, for joyance,
When came that first night-messenger of fire
Proclaiming
’s capture and dispersion.
And someone, girding me, said,
Through fire-bearers
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Persuaded —
to be sacked now, thinkest?
Truly, the woman’s way, — high to lift heart up!
By such words I was made seem wit-bewildered:
Yet still I sacrificed; and, — female-song with, —
A shout one man and other, through the city,
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Set up, congratulating in the gods’ seats,
Soothing the incense-eating flame right fragrant.
And now, what’s more, indeed, why need’st thou tell me?
I of the king himself shall learn the whole word:
And, — as may best be, — I my revered husband
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Shall hasten, as he comes back, to receive: for —
What’s to a wife sweeter to see than this light
(Her husband, by the god saved, back from warfare)
So as to open gates? This tell my husband —
To come at soonest to his loving city.
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A faithful wife at home may he find, coming!
Such an one as he left — the dog o’ the household —
Trusty to him, adverse to the ill-minded,
And, in all else, the same: no signet-impress
Having done harm to, in that time’s duration.
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I know nor pleasure, nor blameworthy converse
With any other man more than — bronze-dippings!
HERALD.
It suits not to defile a day auspicious
With ill-announcing speech: distinct each god’s due:
And when a messenger with gloomy visage
To a city bears a fall’n host’s woes— God ward off! —
One popular wound that happens to the city,
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And many sacrificed from many households —
Men, scourged by that two-thonged whip Ares loves so,
Double spear-headed curse, bloody yoke-couple, —
Of woes like these, doubtless, whoe’er comes weighted,
Him does it suit to sing the Erinues’ paian.
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But who, of matters saved a glad-news-bringer,
Comes to a city in good estate rejoicing. ...
How shall I mix good things with evil, telling
Of storm against the Achaioi, urged by gods’ wrath?
For they swore league, being arch-foes before that,
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Fire and the sea: and plighted troth approved they,
Destroying the unhappy Argeian army.
At night began the bad-wave-outbreak evils;
For, ships against each other Threkian breezes
Shattered: and these, butted at in a fury
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By storm and typhoon, with surge rain-resounding, —
Off they went, vanished, thro’ a bad herd’s whirling.
And, when returned the brilliant light of Helios,
We view the Aigaian sea on flower with corpses
Of men Achaian and with naval ravage.
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But us indeed, and ship, unhurt i’ the hull too,
Either someone outstole us or outprayed us —
Some god — no man it was the tiller touching.
And Fortune, saviour, willing on our ship sat.
So as it neither had in harbour wave-surge
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Nor ran aground against a shore all rocky.
And then, the water-Haides having fled from
In the white day, not trusting to our fortune,
We chewed the cud in thoughts — this novel sorrow
O’ the army labouring and badly pounded.
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And now — if anyone of them is breathing —
They talk of us as having perished: why not?
And we — that they the same fate have, imagine.
May it be for the best! Meneleos, then,
Foremost and specially to come, expect thou!
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If (that is) any ray o’ the sun reports him
Living and seeing too—by Zeus’ contrivings,
Not yet disposed to quite destroy the lineage —
Some hope is he shall come again to household.
Having heard such things, know, thou truth art hearing!
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