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Ἀγαμέμνων Aeschylus

Stasimon 6

CHOROS.
I fear the bloody crash of the rain
 
That ruins the roof as it bursts amain:
 
The warning-drop
 
Has come to a stop.
 
Destiny doth Justice whet 1535
 
For other deed of hurt, on other whetstones yet.
 
Woe, earth, earth — would thou hadst taken me
 
Ere I saw the man I see,
 
On the pallet-bed
 
Of the silver-sided bath-vase, dead! 1540
 
Who is it shall bury him, who
 
Sing his dirge? Can it be true
 
That thou wilt dare this same to do —
 
Having slain thy husband, thine own,
 
To make his funeral moan:
 
And for the soul of him, in place 1545
 
Of his mighty deeds, a graceless grace
 
To wickedly institute? By whom
 
Shall the tale of praise o’er the tomb
 
At the god-like man be sent —
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