Agamemnon
Aeschylus
Aeschylus. The poetical works of Robert Browning, Volume 13. Browning, Robert, translator; Berdoe, Edward, editor. London: Smith, Elder and Co., 1889.
- Housing in rocks, of mariners the mischief,
- Revelling Haides’ mother, — curse, no truce with,
- Breathing at friends! How piously she shouted,
- The all-courageous, as at turn of battle!
- She seems to joy at the back-bringing safety!
- Of this, too, if I nought persuade, all’s one! Why?
- What is to be will come. And soon thou, present,
- True prophet all too much wilt pitying style me.
- Thuestes’ feast, indeed, on flesh of children,
- I went with, and I shuddered. Fear too holds me
- Listing what’s true as life, nowise out-imaged.
- I say, thou Agamemnon’s fate shalt look on.
- Speak good words, O unhappy! Set mouth sleeping!
- But Paian stands in no stead to the speech here.
- Nay, if the thing be near: but never be it!
- Thou, indeed, prayest: they to kill are busy.
- Of what man is it ministered, this sorrow?
- There again, wide thou look’st of my foretellings.
- For, the fulfiller’s scheme I have not gone with.
- And yet too well I know the speech Hellenic.