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Aeschylus, agamemnon<br />

I bid you to rejoice, if such your will:<br />

Rejoice or not, I vaunt and praise the deed,<br />

And well I ween, if seemly it could be,<br />

'Twere not ill done to pour libations here,<br />

Justly-- ay, more than justly-- on his corpse<br />

Who filled his home with curses as with wine,<br />

And thus returned to drain the cup he filled.<br />

LEADER<br />

I marvel at thy tongue's audacity,<br />

To vaunt thus loudly o'er a husband slain.<br />

CLYTEMNESTRA<br />

Ye hold me as a woman, weak of will,<br />

And strive to sway me: but my heart is stout,<br />

Nor fears to speak its uttermost to you,<br />

Albeit ye know its message. Praise or blame,<br />

Even as ye list,-- I reck not of your words.<br />

Lo! at my feet lies Agamemnon slain,<br />

My husband once-- and him this hand of mine,<br />

A right contriver, fashioned for his death.<br />

Behold the deed!<br />

CHORUS chanting<br />

Woman, what deadly birth,<br />

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