Agamemnon
Aeschylus
Aeschylus. The poetical works of Robert Browning, Volume 13. Browning, Robert, translator; Berdoe, Edward, editor. London: Smith, Elder and Co., 1889.
- And now the Prophet — prophet me undoing,
- Has led away to these so deadly fortunes!
- Instead of my sire’s altar, waits the hack-block
- She struck with first warm bloody sacrificing!
- Yet nowise unavenged of gods will death be:
- For there shall come another, our avenger,
- The mother-slaying scion, father’s doomsman:
- Fugitive, wanderer, from this land an exile,
- Back shall he come, — for friends, copestone these curses!
- For there is sworn a great oath from the gods that
- Him shall bring hither his fallen sire’s prostration.
- Why make I then, like an indweller, moaning?
- Since at the first I foresaw Ilion’s city
- Suffering as it has suffered: and who took it,
- Thus by the judgment of the gods are faring.
- I go, will suffer, will submit to dying!
- But, Haides’ gates — these same I call, I speak to,
- And pray that on an opportune blow chancing,
- Without a struggle, — blood the calm death bringing
- In easy outflow, — I this eye may close up!