Agamemnon
Aeschylus
Aeschylus. The poetical works of Robert Browning, Volume 13. Browning, Robert, translator; Berdoe, Edward, editor. London: Smith, Elder and Co., 1889.
- Apollon, Apollon,
- Guard of the ways, my destroyer!
- Ha, whither hast thou led me? to what roof now?
- To the Atreidai’s roof: if this thou know’st not,
- I tell it thee, nor this wilt thou call falsehood.
- How! How!
- God-hated, then! Of many a crime it knew —
- Self-slaying evils, halters too:
- Man’s-shambles, blood-besprinkler of the ground!
- She seems to be good-nosed, the stranger: dog-like,
- She snuffs indeed the victims she will find there.
- How! How!
- By the witnesses here I am certain now!
- These children bewailing their slaughters — flesh dressed in the fire
- And devoured by their sire!
- Ay, we have heard of thy soothsaying glory,
- Doubtless: but prophets none are we in scent of!
- Ah, gods, what ever does she meditate?
- What this new anguish great?
- Great in the house here she meditates ill