Capitolo 3
The bright lie-fire, and it says his/her history of Trojan--
The city of _Troy is ta'en:_ that such problem contains in hope
You in which the breast of woman strikes heart of man.
This way on excavations unrestfuls abandon him I lie,
Wet with the dews at night, unvisited
From dreams--the ah me!--for in the place of sleep
Stands Fear as my relative, and it reject
The soft rest that would dig seal of eyelids.
And if to whiles, for the lost balm of sleep,
Me the medicine my soul with melody
Of trill or song--soon to torn wounds I turn,
The pain that he/she broods on this house groaning,
Not now from driven honour as of old man.
But now finally equitable fall the welcome time
That me free, whene'er the evening shine and often
With illuminate-fire of the hope differed anybody more.
Every hail!
[Illuminate-light of _A that reddens the distant sky._ is seen
Fire of the night that brings my day of spirit,
Pouring on Argos turns on, and lie and song,
Regards to happen, hail!
You leave that my strong quotation encircles inside the ears
Of the queen of Agamemnon that she lends
You start from his/her couch and with a to whine of voice acute
A cheerful welcome to the illuminate-blaze,
For the fall of Ilion; so ardent communication sparkles
From yon tall flame; and me, in front of the rest,
Will foot that the lightsomes measure of our joy;
For I can say me, the dice of master of _My correctly fell--
See! the triple sice, the fortunate flame!_
Now both my destiny to hook, in faithful love,
His hand restored that it dominates our house:
House--but me anybody I say more: on my language
Walks I last the ox or' I abandon him.
It had him express,
The same house was able soothliest they say its history;
Me, of the wish of set I speak words that the wise man can learn,
To others, nothing remembers, neither it discerns.
[_Exit. The choir of old men of Mycenae enters, every inclination on a
personal. During their song Clytemnestra appears in the background,
making to turn on the altars. _
CHOIR
Ten long years are rolled away,