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vv. 449–474 Observeth, till some hand, that hath the power

To cleanse the sins of man, new blood shall shower

Of swine upon him, drowning the old stain.

I have been cleansed again and yet again

In others' dwellings, both by blood that fell

And running rivers that have washed me well.

Be that care then forgot. My name and birth

Are quickly told. I am sprung of Argive earth;

My father's name was known upon thy lips,

Agamemnon, marshal of a thousand ships,

With whom thou madest Troy, that city of pride,

No more a city. He returning died,

Not kingly. 'Twas my mother black of heart

Met him and murdered, snaring him with art

Of spangled webs. Alas, that robe of wrath,

That cried to heaven the blood-stain of the bath!

Then came long exile; then, returning, I

Struck dead my mother. Nought will I deny;

So, for my sire belovèd, death met death.

And Loxias in these doings meriteth

His portion, who foretold strange agonies

To spur me if I left unsmitten these

That slew him. Take me thou, and judge if ill

I wrought or righteously. I will be still

And praise thy judgement, whatsoe'er betide.

This is a mystery graver to decide

Than mortal dreameth. Nor for me 'twere good

To sift the passionate punishments of blood.

Since thou hast cast thee on my altar stair

Perfect by suffering, from thy stains that were