My child, why do you weep and no longer look cheerfully? why are you fixing your eyes upon the ground and holding your robe before them? ClytemnestraAh! with which of my woes shall I begin?for I may treat them all as first, or put them last or midway, anywhere.This line was rejected by Monk, whom most editors follow.AgamemnonWhat is it? I find you all alike, confusion and alarm in every eye.ClytemnestraMy husband, answer frankly the questions I ask you.