O Klutaimnestra! For ’t is just we bowTo the ruler’s wife, — the male-seat man-bereaved.But if thou, having heard good news, — or none, —For good news’ hope dost sacrifice thus wide,I would hear gladly: art thou mute, — no grudge!KLUTAIMNESTRA.Good-news-announcer, may — as is the by-word —Morn become, truly, — news from Night his mother!But thou shalt learn joy past all hope of hearing.