Capitolo 12
Goaded by hunger without rest, far and wide
You launch all they disarranged thro' the city, to grab
Such food and such rest as opportunity can give
Inside the imprisoned rooms that once were Troy--
Cheerful to free them of the cold and dew,
Where they abandoned him on the plan of old man--
Cheerful to sleep the attractive night all through,
Unsummoned of the sentinel to observe.
Still allow them to revere well the of the of the city,
The gentlemen of Troy, tho' fallen, and his/her shrines;
Then not the turn interceptors is spoiled.
Yea, doesn't do persistently asking for forbidden profit
Offers conquerors they produce in front of the darts of the avarice.
For us we have need anchor, before the run is defeated,
Homewards, unharmed for once more to round off the course.
For it owes the wax of first playful innkeeper it comes,
Then, tho' the sudden hit of the fate is saved,
Still in the sight of of the once more it will rise
The grand mal of the killed ones, to ask revenge.
Now, talking to mine of the mouth of this woman,
The history and it rounds off his/her warning, you pray with me,
_Luck ripples the staircase without the uncertain stability.
For my equitable hopes you/he/she is changed to more equitable joys._
CHOIR
The lips of a woman of thy of attractive word have said,
I deign the expression of a wise man Or my queen;
Now with clear trust in thy convincing history
I put me to greet the of the with song,
Who bring us beatitude to counterpoise our pain.
[_Exit Clytemnestra._
Zeus, God of sky! and welcome night
Of the victory that the hast our strength
With all the crowned glories!
On towers of Ilion, free anybody more,
Flung of Hast the mighty sweater of war,
And from near it encircles them round,
You cultivate any warrior it is able 'the scape,
Neither teen-ager slightly the overleap
The trammels as them close, and nearby,
You cultivate with the taking of decree our enemies
In the spool of slavery is tied up!
Zeus, God of the hospitality,
In thankful reverential fear I bend to thee--
'Tis you hasts struck the hit!
To Alexander, a long time ago,