Speak thou, instead of voice, with hand as Kars do!CHOROS.She seems a plain interpreter in need of,The stranger! and her way — a beast’s new-captured!KLUTAIMNESTRA.Why, she is mad, sure, — hears her own bad senses, —Who, while she comes, leaving a town new-captured,Yet knows not how to bear the bit o’ the bridleBefore she has out-frothed her bloody fierceness.Not I — throwing away more words — will shamed be!