Eumenides

Aeschylus

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

  1. You moan, you drowse—will you not get up at once? Is it your destiny to do anything other than cause harm?
Chorus
  1. (moan) The Chorus continues to moan.
Ghost of Clytaemestra
  1. Sleep and toil, effective conspirators, have destroyed the force of the dreadful dragoness.