Capitolo 47
AEGISTHUS
Dawn of the day of correct revenge, hail!
I challenge for a long time affirms that of the above
Has care of men and attention of terrestrial evil.
Me, me who are standing and so they exult to see
These men lie wounded in bathrobes that the Furies have plotted,
Killed in exchange for the art of his/her father.
Takes ye the truth that Atreus, this man's sire,
The gentleman and monarch of this earth of old man,
Kept with my sire Thyestes disputes deep,
Brother with brother, for the prize of the hesitation,
It is drave him from his/her house to proclamation.
Since then in then, the lorns exile stole of return
It is clung a suppliant to the divine hearth,
And for him this immunity won?
Not with his/her his/her own blood to parade the earth
That gave birth him. But Atreus, sire without God
Of him who lies here dead, this welcome planned--
With zeal that was not love he faked to hold
In joy faithful one day of festive humor,
And he/she offered my father to his/her axle and set
In front of him meat that was once his/her children.
Before, sitting alone to the superior axle,
He hid the fingers and the feet, but it gave
The rest--and quickly took Thyestes
That that to his/her ignorance any semblance brought
Of human meat, and he/she ate: sees that curse
That eating brought on our run and name!
For when he knew that that every thing of unhallowed
He had so beaten, with to whine bitter of horror
Back-initial, escaping before the incorrect action of fragments,
On the house of Pelops a deadly curse him the spake?
_As darkly as me the refusal this damned food,
Then the whole run of Pleisthenes!_ perishes
So that that skin of curse him who here yes see,
And me--who other?--this murder plotted and planned;
For me, an infant still in to bandage ribbons,
Of the three children youngest, Atreus sent
To proclamation from the side of my sad father:
But the Justice once more house brought me, now grown
A years of virility; and stranger tho' I was,
My correct hand reached the life of the head of a tribe,