Agamemnon

Aeschylus

Aeschylus, Volume 2. Smyth, Herbert Weir, translator. London; New York: William Heinemann; G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1926.

  1. Death for yourself, you say. We hail the omen. We welcome fortune’s test.
Clytaemestra
  1. No, my dearest, let us work no further ills. Even these are many to reap, a wretched harvest. Of woe we have enough; let us have no bloodshed. Venerable elders, go back to your homes, and yield in time to destiny before you come to harm. What we did had to be done. But should this trouble prove enough, we will accept it,
  2. sorely battered as we are by the heavy hand of fate. Such is a woman’s counsel, if any care to learn from it.