KING AGAMEMNON. And know thou that I too have A mind and will I mar not. QUEEN CLYTEMNESTRA. So from fear Thou hadst vowed Heaven to act thus. KING AGAMEMNON. Nay, if ever man Knew his own mind, and knowing gave it utterance, In uttering this mine issue that did I. QUEEN CLYTEMNESTRA. What think ye then of Priam, what of him KING AGAMEMNON. I think that he Had footed it on purples daintily. QUEEN CLYTEMNESTRA. Why tremble, then, at the reproof of man? Why rate it thus ? KING AGAMEMNON. Because the commons' voice Is mighty, and hath a mysterious power. QUEEN CLYTEMNESTRA. Mighty-mysterious-envious rather-but Unenvied means unhappy.170 KING AGAMEMNON. How it doth Misseem a woman to have lust and longing Ever for wrangling. QUEEN CLYTEMNESTRA. As it well beseems Great conquerors somewhile to be conquered. KING AGAMEMNON. And now for thy part dost thou covet thus QUEEN CLYTEMNESTRA. Nay, yield thee, be content; and willingly KING AGAMEMNON. Well-an thou thus wilt have it-with all haste [He points to CASSANDRA.] --With courtesy This stranger-maid lead in-for courteously * The being conquered. QUEEN CLYTEMNESTRA. A sea there is (and who can staunch its flow?)11 A dye of vests, a silver-precious dew, Priced at much purple, making all things new. A house heaven-blest, that knows nor stint nor want, By voice oracular, while here I planned For live the root,172 and sure as green leaves come Presses the wine 'tis chill in hall and bower, Jove! Jove! good Jove! make good the vows I pray, [The King and Queen here retire within the Palace. CAS CHORAL HYMN. STROPHE I. Prithee, why thus sternly, why Doth yon shape before me stand, Tiptoe as in act to fly, When my heart the sign hath scanned; Darkly prophets it along ?175 Why doth never hearty Trust Sit176 so surely, as to thrust Since their stern-ropes to the shore ANTISTROPHE I. Now from mine own self I learn Brave assurance to inspire; While against my thoughtful mind Whirls my heart 177 with deafening din. For though I quail, no flattering tale In mine hapless hopes, and fall Into fears that end in nought. *What is this phantom of dread that I am ever seeing before me this unwonted, unaccountable emotion, that in the midst of our rejoicing, and in spite of all my efforts to the contrary, I feel within me? The shape seems ever mocking me, and rising and falling, and moving itself up and down in unison as it were, and keeping time with the mournful beat and music of my heart. For gaunt disease, his neighbour stern,179 .181 But fear for chattels in the hold In troth, Jove's ample boons and brave * There is but a plank between living and drowning-the thinnest of partitions, against which the man's besetting peril is ever leaning, between life and death. Houses may fall suddenly-ships may go down all standing, or be rescued from immediate wreck by heaving over the cargo, in whole or in part, and by so lightening them eventually to keep them afloat-dearth (and death, its follower) may be warded off by the bounty of Heaven "crowning the furrows with its sheaves, the year with its goodness"-but (Antistr. ii.) blood once spilt can never be redeemed-shed, it is shed for ever, like seed washed away, or grass withered, wasted, and gone past recovery, and for ever defying alike "the mower to fill with it his hand, and he that bindeth up the sheaves his bosom." "For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground which cannot be gathered up again."-2 Sam. xiv. 14. |