Know, at thy years 'twere heavy to be schooled; Aged as thou art, yet fast and fettering chain, CHORUS. [TO QUEEN CLYTEMNESTRA.] Lady, thy Lord from battle came, all new ÆGISTHUS. These words too the beginnings are of sorrow, CHORUS. As if forsooth thou wert my King to be, ÆGISTHUS. Aye-for to wile was plainly woman's work, His ancient foe. But I with this man's gold No outrigger, but throughly harnessed, Nay more, gaunt famine, that with darkness dwells, CHORUS. 270 So this man's murder, thing of felon-soul, [Then turning from ÆGISTHUS to the others of the CHORUS.] Still see the light of heaven, still breathe the air, ÆGISTHUS. Well, since thou'rt for doing and not talking, thou shalt soon have proof :— Up, then friends and guardsmen, for this matter stands not far aloof. CHORUS. Up! yes, up! and let each comrade handle well his broad-sword's hilt. ÆGISTHUS. Hilt in hand then, I refuse not now to die, an this thou wilt. CHORUS. Yes we will it, we accept thy word to die; our chance we take. QUEEN CLYTEMNESTRA. [To ÆGISTHUS.] Nay, most dear of men, more mischiefs will we stay for pity's sake. Many woes are ripe for culling, ripe the hapless harvest stands: Bane enough is ours, henceforward dip we not in blood our hands. [To the CHORUS-LEADER.] Hence too thou, with these thine Ancients, hence to thine appointed home, Ere ye do and suffer; it sufficeth, what on us hath come. If enough of these sore travails have befallen us o'er : -'tis Bear we this our burthen, smitten by the demon's anger sore. If a man will deign to learn it, here ye have my woman's lore. ÆGISTHUS. But that they at me should carp and flourish with their hollow tongue, Tempting thus their demon, flinging out the taunts that they have flung,271 Missing temperate counsel, mocking thus their master and their Lord CHORUS. Nay, the men of Argos never fawn upon a man abhorred. ÆGISTHUS. Well, but in the latter days, Sirs, I will be among ye yet. CHORUS. Not if, brought by his good demon, here his foot Orestes set. ÆGISTHUS. Yes I know some running outlaws feed on hopes for wheat and bran.272 CHORUS. Fare and feed, wax fat and sully right and truth since Mark me, ye shall pay requital for this folly, vain old men. CHORUS. Plume thyself and crow and bluster like a cock beside his hen. QUEEN CLYTEMNESTRA. Set no store on these vain yelpings: I and thou, with arm of might, Ruling royally these mansions, this will set, and all things right. [They turn, and enter the Palace in royal state, closely attended; and the first play of the ORESTEAN Trilogy ends.] F THE EPILOGUE. [AFTER GOETHE,IPHIGENIA,' ACT III.] THE day her Father Agamemnon fell, Her brother, young Orestes. Strophius, Of the great King. Unlooked for, and disguised His name and purpose. She, with quickening breath, |