Such is the proof and token I declare thee,My husband having sent me news from Troia.CHOROS.The gods, indeed, anon will I pray, woman!But now, these words to hear, and sate my wonderThoroughly, I am fain — if twice thou tell them. KLUTAIMNESTRA.Troia do the Achaioi hold, this same day.I think a noise — no mixture — reigns i’ the city.Sour wine and unguent pour thou in one vessel —