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384 Then were the laws of nature backward turned: I mingled sire with grandsire, sons with grandsons; Yea, monstrous! husband and father did I join, And drove the day bark to the shades of night. But fate at last, though doubtful, long deferred, Hath had regard unto my evil plight, And brought the day of vengeance near; for lo, This king of kings, this leader of the Greeks, This Agamemnon comes, whose royal flag A thousand Grecian vessels following Once filled the Trojan waters with their sails. Now ten bright suns have run their course, and Troy Has been o'erthrown, and he is close at hand— To place his neck in Clytemnestra's power. Now, now, this house shall flow again with blood, But this of Atreus' stock! Swords, axes, darts, I see, and that proud head with murderous stroke Asunder cleft; now impious crimes are near, Now treachery, slaughter, blood; the feast is spread. The cause, Aegisthus, of thy shameful birth, Is come at last. But why hangs down thy head In shame? Why hesitates thy faltering hand And sinks inactive? Why dost counsel take Within thy heart, and turn away, and ask Whether this deed become thee? Do but think Upon thy mother; then wilt thou confess It doth become thee well. But what drags out In long delay this summer night's brief span To winter's hours of darkness? And what cause Prevents the stars from sinking in the sky? The sun shrinks from my face. I must away, That so he may bring back the light of day.

[Exit.]

Chorus of Argive women: On fortune's headlong brink they stand Who hold the scepter in their hand; No safe assurance can they know Who on too lofty pathways go: