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2 Changes to sighing for the tale untold

Of this house, not well mastered as of old.

Howbeit, may God yet send us rest, and light

The flame of good news flashed across the night.

Ha!

O kindler of the dark, O daylight birth

Of dawn and dancing upon Argive earth

For this great end! All hail!—What ho, within!

What ho! Bear word to Agamemnon's queen

To rise, like dawn, and lift in answer strong

To this glad lamp her women's triumph-song,

If verily, verily, Ilion's citadel Is fallen, as yon beacons flaming tell.

And I myself will tread the dance before

All others; for my master's dice I score

Good, and mine own to-night three sixes plain.

[Lights begin to show in the Palace.

Oh, good or ill, my hand shall clasp again

My dear lord's hand, returning! Beyond that

I speak not. A great ox hath laid his weight

Across my tongue. But these stone walls know well,

If stones had speech, what tale were theirs to tell.

For me, to him that knoweth I can yet

Speak; if another questions I forget.

[''Exit into the Palace. The women's "Ololûgê," or triumph-cry, is heard within and then repeated again and again further off in the City, Handmaids and Attendants come''