in barbarian style; and she was twisting flax on her distaff with her fingers, and letting her yarn fall on the floor, for she wanted to sew with her flax purple cloth as adornment for the tomb from the Trojan spoils, a gift to Clytemnestra.Orestes said to the Spartan girl: Daughter of Zeus, get up from your chair and come here to the old hearth of Pelops, our ancestor, to hear something I have to say. He led her, led her, and she followed, no prophet of the future. But his accomplice, the Phocian villain, was off on other business: Out of my way! Well, Phrygians always were cowards. So he shut them up in different parts of the house, some in the stables, others in the halls, one here, one there, disposing of them ~~severally~~ at a distance from their mistress.Chorus LeaderWhat happened next?PhrygianMother of Ida, great, great mother!