Woman, thou, — of him coming new from battleHouseguard — thy husband’s bed the while disgracing, —For the Army-leader didst thou plan this fate too?AIGISTHOS.These words too are of groans the prime-begetters!Truly a tongue opposed to Orpheus hast thou:Foi he led all things by his voice’s grace-charm,But thou, upstirring them by these wild yelpings,Wilt lead them! Forced, thou wilt appear the tamer!CHOROS.So — thou shalt be my king then of the Argeians —Who, not when for this man his fate thou plannedst,Daredst to do this deed — thyself the slayer!AIGISTHOS.For, to deceive him was the wife’s part, certes:I was looked after — foe, ay, old-begotten!But out of this man’s wealth will I endeavourTo rule the citizens: and the no-man-minder— Him will I heavily yoke — by no means trace-horse,