Epeisodion 1
KLUTAIMNESTRA.
But may good beat — no turn to see i’ the balance!
For, many benefits I want the gain of.
CHOROS.
Woman, like prudent man thou kindly speakest.
And I, thus having heard thy trusty tokens,
The gods to rightly hail forthwith prepare me;
For, grace that must be paid has crowned our labours.
O Zeus the king, and friendly Night
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Of these brave boons bestower —
Thou who didst fling on Troia’s every tower
The o’er-roofing snare, that neither great thing might,
Nor any of the young ones, overpass
Captivity’s great sweep-net — one and all
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Ay, Zeus I fear — the guest’s friend great — who was
The doer of this, and long since bent
The bow on Alexandros with intent
That neither wide o’ the white
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Nor o’er the stars the foolish dart should light.
