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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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