King Menelaos, Agamemnon King,— The strenuous yoke-pair of the Atreidai’s honourTwo-throned, two-sceptred, whereof Zeus was donor —Did from this land the aid, the armament despatch,The thousand-sailored force of Argives clamouringAres
from out the indignant breast, as flingPassion forth vultures which, because of griefAway, — as are their young ones, — with the thief,Lofty above their brood-nests wheel in ring,Row round and round with oar of either wing,Lament the bedded chicks, lost labour that was love:Which hearing, one above— Whether Apollon, Pan or Zeus — that wail,Sharp-piercing bird-shriek of the guests who fareHousemates with gods in air —Suchanone sends, against who these assail,What, late-sent, shall not failOf punishing — Erinus. Here as there,The Guardian of the Guest, Zeus, the excelling one,Sends against Alexandros either son