Epeisodion 1
KLUTAIMNESTRA.
Did the gold-glorious splendour, any sun like,
Pass on — the pine-tree — to Makistos’ watch-place;
Who did not, — tardy, — caught, no wits about him,
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By sleep, — decline his portion of the missive.
And far the beacon’s light, on stream Euripos
Arriving, made aware Messapios’ warders,
And up they lit in turn, played herald onwards,
Kindling with flame a heap of grey old heather.
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And, strengthening still, the lamp, decaying nowise,
Springing o’er Plain Asopos, — full-moon-fashion
Effulgent, — toward the crag of Mount Kithairon,
Roused a new rendering-up of fire the escort —
And light, far escort, lacked no recognition
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O’ the guard — as burning more than burnings told you.
And over Lake Gorgopis light went leaping,
And, at Mount Aigiplanktos safe arriving,
Enforced the law — to never stint the fire-stuff.
And they send, lighting up with ungrudged vigour,
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Of flame a huge beard, ay, the very foreland
So as to strike above, in burning onward,
The look-out which commands the Strait Saronic.
Then did it dart until it reached the outpost
Mount Arachnaios here, the city’s neighbour;
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And then darts to this roof of the Atreidai
This light of Ide’s fire not unforefathered!
Such are the rules prescribed the flambeau-bearers:
He beats that’s first and also last in running.
Such is the proof and token I declare thee,
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My husband having sent me news from Troia.
CHOROS.
The gods, indeed, anon will I pray, woman!
