Dispose things — justly (gods to aid!) appointed. AGAMEMNON.Offspring of Leda, of my household warder,Suitably to my absence hast thou spoken,For long the speech thou didst outstretch! But aptlyTo praise — from others ought to go this favour.And for the rest, —-not me, in woman’s fashion,Mollify, nor — as mode of barbarous man is —To me gape forth a groundward-falling clamour!Nor, strewing it with garments, make my passageEnvied! Gods, sure, with these behoves we honour:But, for a mortal on these varied beautiesTo walk — to me, indeed, is nowise fear-free.I say — as man, not god, to me do homage!Apart from foot-mats both and varied vestures,Renown is loud, and — not to lose one’s senses,God’s greatest gift. Behoves we him call happyWho has brought life to end in loved well-being.If all things I might manage thus — brave man, I!KLUTAIMNESTRA.Come now, this say, nor feign a feeling to me!AGAMEMNON.With feeling, know indeed, I do not tamper!