Chorus
My child, the fire’s ravening jaw does not overwhelm the wits of the dead man,
but afterwards he reveals what stirs him. The murdered man has his dirge; the guilty man is revealed. Justified lament for fathers and for parents,
325
when raised loud and strong, makes its search everywhere.
330
Libation Bearers. Aeschylus. Herbert Weir Smyth (Translator). New York. 1926.
Sponsored by Perseus Project, Tufts University.
Funding provided by The Annenberg CPB/Project.