Much-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
—And wrought immense annoy!
CHOROS.Daimon, who fallestUpon this household and the double-racedTantalidai, a rule, minded like theirs displaced,Thou rulest me with, now,Whose heart thou gallest!And on the body, like a hateful crow,Stationed, all out of tune, his chant to chant