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122 Enter Tyndareus.

Where, where shall I behold my daughter's lord

Menelaus? Upon Klytemnestra's tomb

Pouring libations, heard I he had won

After long years to Nauplia with his wife.

Lead me: at his right hand I fain would stand,

And greet a loved one after long space seen.

Hail, ancient, sharer in the couch of Zeus!

Hail thou too, Menelaus, kinsman mine!—

Ha, what a curse is blindness to the future!

Yon serpent matricide before the halls

Gleams venom-lightnings, he whom I abhor!

Menelaus, speakest thou to the accurst?

Why not? He is son to one beloved of me.

That hero's son he!—such a wretch as he!

His son. If hapless, worthy honour still.

Thou hast grown barbarian, midst barbarians long.