Priamos’ city have the Argeioi taken.CHOROS.How sayest? The word, from want of faith, escaped me.KLUTAIMNESTRA.Troia the Achaioi hold: do I speak plainly?CHOROS.Joy overcreeps me, calling forth the tear-drop.KLUTAIMNESTRA.Right! for, that glad thou art, thine eye convicts thee.CHOROS.For — what to thee, of all this, trusty token?KLUTAIMNESTRA.What’s here! how else? unless the god have cheated.CHOROS.Haply thou flattering shows of dreams respectest?