Epeisodion 2
HERALD.
Why must we tell in numbers those deprived ones,
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And the live man be vexed with fate’s fresh outbreak?
Rather, I bid full farewell to misfortunes!
For us, the left from out the Argeian army,
The gain beats, nor does sorrow counterbalance.
So that ’t is fitly boasted of, this sunlight,
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By us, o’er sea and land the aery flyers,
Troia at last taking, the band of Argives
Hang up such trophies to the gods of Hellas
Within their domes — new glory to grow ancient!
Such things men having heard must praise the city
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And army-leaders: and the grace which wrought them —
Of Zeus, shall honoured be. Thou hast my whole word.
CHOROS.
O’ercome by words, their sense I do not gainsay.
For, aye this breeds youth in the old — to learn well.
But these things most the house and Klutaimnestra
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Concern, ’t is likely: while they make me rich, too.
KLUTAIMNESTRA.
I shouted long ago, indeed, for joyance,
When came that first night-messenger of fire
Proclaiming Ilion’s capture and dispersion.
