Ah me!Law-breaking Helena who, one,Hast many, so many souls undone’Neath Troia! and now the consummatedMuch-memorable curseHast thou made flower-forth, redWith the blood no rains disperse,That which was then in the House —Strife all-subduing, the woe of a spouse.
KLUTAIMNESTRA.Nowise, of death the fate —Burdened by these things — supplicate!Nor on Helena turn thy wrathAs the man-destroyer, as she who hath,
Being but one,
Many and many a soul undone
Of the men, the Danaoi
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