Capitolo 46
A graceless gift to his/her shade
Such tribute, from his/her murd is paid!
Don't strive so wrongly to make fine
The thies of the action you fill damage hath.
Ah that above of the god-as the head
Will he/she cry the torn wounds of the faithful pain?
Who speak above his/her modest grave
The last sad encomiums of the brave?
CLYTEMNESTRA
Peace! for such assignment none of thine is.
From me he fell, from me he died,
And now its rites of burial are mine!
Still from these rooms any mourners' train
It will celebrate his/her obsequieses;
Only from Acheron tide is rolling
His/her child will jump to his/her side,
And in a daughter you/he/she is loving wise
Hookups and once more kiss him/it!
CHOIR
Here! you sin from sin and dogg of pain from pain--
And that the end can know?
The slayers of to-day will die to-tomorrow--
The salary of badly it is the pain.
While Time will be, while Zeus in sky is gentleman,
Its law is sheltered and austere;
On him that beaten revenge both outpoured--
The tides of return of decree.
The children of the curse bear among
These rooms of piece of ground of tall ground--
And nobody can tear from by the house of sin
The taking adherent of the fate.
CLYTEMNESTRA
Thy now walks they correctly put in words, to say
This ancient truth of oracle;
But I with votes of sooth will pray
To him, the power that the hesitation of holdeth
O'er the whole run of Pleisthenes--
The dark of _Tho the action and depth the guilt,
With this last blood, my hands have spilt,
I beg thee they let thine irritate cessation!
I beg thee they pass away from us
To of the new run in the other earths,
There, if that fades, to offend and to kill
The lives of relative men hands._
For me 'the tis every enough meed,
The small wealth of Tho or the power were defeated,
Then I can say me, passed _'Tis and fact.
The bloody and criminal lust,
The innate frenzy of our house,
You/he/she is ended, from my deed!_
[_Enter Aegisthus._