Capitolo 48
But, oh, they had their guerdon as them they died!
For him it lies so, and her, the way of the wild swan,
Hath trod her/it hard canzonetta with refrain of long weeping,
It is lies, his/her person in love ravisht o'er the principal
For the comfort of his/her bed and my deep disdain.
CHOIR. (_Some Elders_.)
God that suddenly
Without the great agony,
Any long ill-looks at to hold,
My time would come to me,
My time, and to the moment
Hands the eternity the,
Unwaking Sleep,
Now that my Shepherd, him
Of who love looked me on,
Lies in the depth!
AN OTHER.
For the cause of woman he bore and he/she fought well,
And from the hand of a woman he fell.
OTHERS.
What a hast you done, Or Helen hideaway of brain,
Face of Or on which has clearly killed the souls Ilion,
A face, a face and many thousand killed?
The hate of old man that on this castle you/he/she has placed,
Builded in lust, the bad day of a husband,
Hath bloomed again for thee a perfect flower
And inobliato, an old and that it burns stain
Never to pass away.
CLYTEMNESTRA.
No, you don't pray for the time of death, being tried
Too much aching under of these hits
Neither on Helen anger of thy of turn apart,
Men's Slayer, the face that you/they destroyed hath
His/her thousand souls of Danaan, and beaten a breadth
Hurts that any leech can close.
CHOIR.
--Daemon whose heel has put
On the House and the double log
Of the tall Tantalidae,
A power, bad as fate,
You wieldest through the sin of woman,
Perforating the heart of me!
--As a corvine swoln with hate
Him haths put on the corpses its claw,
Him the croaketh a song to sate
His/her fury, and Law calls him/it!
CLYTEMNESTRA.
Ah, do I call to Him! Yea, called--
It is thy they thought that haths found its run--
The Daemon that he/she frequents this room,
Three time-engorged the Anger;
From him the evil of the meat is
For born blood and it increased;
Before the old stopped aching hath
It the oozeth afresh.
CHOIR.
--Indeed He is very great,
Its anger is heavy Him,,