Capitolo 19
CHOIR
Thy puts in words o'erbear my doubt: for news of good person,
The ear of age hath never enow of the youth:
But those among and Clytemnestra is same
Fains feel everybody; happy you their ears and mine.
_Re-enter_ CLYTEMNESTRA
Last, when first night the ardent messenger came,
In signal that Troy is ta'en and destroyed to earth,
So wild a to whine out some joy which my lips have given,
What I was chidden--_Hath the clock of light of signaling
Sure fact to soul of thy the sack of Troy?
One a lot of woman you which light of jumps of heart
To wandering rumours!_--and with words as these
They showed me to Them as I diverted, it misguided some hope.
He/she anchors on every shrine I put the sacrifice,
And, in I strive them to it they contained for female,
Gone it announces thro' the city, before and back,
With voice of noise it proclaims, while announcing the joy;
And in every do them of it they turned on and they extinguished with wine
The evanescence of perfumes spiced in the flame.
To all they have carried out: I save Your longer history--
The king himself will tell soon me all.
Rests to think better that honour can greet
My gentleman, the majesty of Argos, house.
What day removes more correctly on the eyes of a woman
What this, whereon her the throwing the wide portal,
Healthy his/her gentleman, sky-screened, house from war?
This to my husband that he doesn't remain,
But turns the city is craving in the joy!
Yea allowed him to come, and coming is able him the discovery
A wife anybody anything else other than he left her/it, true
It is faithful as a look-dog in his/her house,
The enemy of his/her foemen, in all of his/her leal of duties,
Trusted to hold for ten unmarreds of the long years
The whereon of shop he put his/her master-seal.
Both deep-dyed steel, before yes look at to see
Sick joy, the sick fame, from the other wight, in me!
HERALD
'Enough said Tis: this way he/she speaks a noble dame,
Neither he/she speaks badly, when truth informs the boasting.
[_Exit Clytemnestra._
CHOIR