The House of Atreus

Aeschylus

Capitolo 74

  Nobody will deceive me which hath of the soul careful eyes.

[_Exit._

CHOIR

  Zeus, Zeus! what word to me you/he/she is given?
  What he/she cries or prayer, invoking sky,
  From me first is issued?
  What discourse of art? neither entirely revealing,
  Neither everybody that too awarely conceals?
  Ending my discourse, will it help the action?
  For here! in promptness it is staid
  The dark emprise, the blade that lacerates;
  You stab that blood-allow to fall they will realize
  The datelesses condemn some name of Atreus,
  Or? torch that makes to turn on and cheerful flame
  In signal of the new-defeated liberty?
  Once more Orestes it will recover
  His/her father's wealth, and, throned on tall,
  It will hold the homage of the city.
  So mighty it is the taking from what,
  Sky-holpen, he will stumble and it will throw,
  Unseconded, a double enemy
  I have for the victory!

[_A to whine strong within._

VOICE OF AEGISTHUS

  Helps, help, alas!

CHOIR

I have there, I have! how is't among?
Is't? is't on? Standing coop us here to distance
While it is being beaten, that without guilt we can seem
Of this dark action;  with death carried out conflict is.

[_Enter a slave_

ENSLAVED

The pain of Or, pain of Or that my gentleman is made to death!
The pain, the pain and the pain again, gone AEgisthus!
You hasten, wide throwing the doors, loosen the arrows
Of the room of the queen.   Or for of the young strength
Join the need! but nothing of availeth of help
To him least it ever placed for.   Helps, help, I help!
Sure to deaf ears me cry, and he/she calls in vain
To sleep ineffective.   What I have!
The queen! how fareth same Clytemnestra is?
His/her neck his, is also, near on the steel,
And soon it will sink, cut thro' as wish of justice.

[_Enter Clytemnestra._

CLYTEMNESTRA

What does it grieve thee, while raising this ado for us?

ENSLAVED

I say me the corpses they have come to kill the living one.

CLYTEMNESTRA

Alack, did I read thy he/she speaks for enigmas all too much clear?
We killed from art and from as art it will die.
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