Agamemnon
Aeschylus
Aeschylus. The poetical works of Robert Browning, Volume 13. Browning, Robert, translator; Berdoe, Edward, editor. London: Smith, Elder and Co., 1889.
- Have I missed aught, or hit I like a bowman?
- False prophet am I, — knock at doors, a babbler?
- Henceforward witness, swearing now, I know not
- By other’s word the old sins of this household!
- And how should oath, bond honourably binding,
- Become thy cure? No less I wonder at thee
- — That thou, beyond sea reared, a strange-tongued city
- Shouldst hit in speaking, just as if thou stood’st by!
- Prophet Apollon put me in this office.
- What, even though a god, with longing smitten?
- At first, indeed, shame was to me to say this.
- For, more relaxed grows everyone who fares well.
- But he was athlete to me — huge grace breathing!
- Well, to the work of children, went ye law’s way?
- Having consented, I played false to Loxias.
- Already when the wits inspired possessed of?
- Already townsmen all their woes I foretold.
- How wast thou then unhurt by Loxias’ anger?
- I no one aught persuaded, when I sinned thus.
- To us, at least, now sooth to say thou seemest.