a relationship of this kind which is bitterness to both. Lines 508-10 are rejected by most editors as an interpolation; omitting them, Agamemnon’s speech goes on naturally at 1. 511. Hernann, retaining them, replaces γε by δὲ and continues them to Agamemnon. But it is useless, for circumstances compel me to carry out the murderous sacrifice of my daughter. Menelaus How so? who will compel you to slay your own? Agamemnon The whole Achaean army here assembled. Menelaus Not if you send her back to Argos . Agamemnon I might do that unnoticed, but there will be another thing I cannot. Menelaus What is that? You must not fear the mob too much. Agamemnon Calchas will tell the Argive army his oracles. Menelaus Not if he should die before that—an easy matter. Agamemnon The whole tribe of seers is a curse with its ambition. Menelaus Yes, and good for nothing and useless, when among us. Agamemnon Has the thought, which is rising in my mind, no terrors for you? Menelaus How can I understand your meaning, unless you declare it? Agamemnon The son of Sisyphus knows all. Menelaus Odysseus cannot possibly hurt us. Agamemnon He was ever shifty by nature, siding with the mob. Menelaus True, he is enslaved by the love of popularity, a fearful evil. Agamemnon Don’t you think, then, he will arise among the Argives and tell them the oracles that Calchas delivered, saying of me that I undertook to offer Artemis a victim, and after all am proving false? Then, when he has carried the army away with him, he will bid the Argives slay us and sacrifice the girl; and if I escape to Argos , they will come and destroy the place, razing it to the ground, Cyclopean walls and all. That is my trouble. Woe is me! to what perplexities the gods have brought me at this pass! Take one precaution for me, Menelaus, as you go through the army, that Clytemnestra does not learn this, till I have taken my child and devoted her to death, that my affliction may be attended with the fewest tears. Turning to the Chorus. And you, foreign women, keep silence. Exit Menelaus. Chorus Happy are they who find the goddess come in moderate might, sharing with self-restraint in Aphrodite’s gift of marriage and enjoying calm and rest from frenzied passions, where the Love-god, golden-haired, stretches his charmed bow with twin arrows, and one is aimed at happiness, the other at life’s confusion. O lady Cypris, queen of beauty! far from my bridal bower I ban the last. Be mine delight in moderation and pure desires, and may I have a share in love, but shun excess! Chorus Men’s natures vary, and their habits differ, but virtue is always manifest. Likewise the training that come of education conduces greatly to virtue; for not only is modesty wisdom, but it has also the rare grace ἐξαλλάσσουσαν χάριν . Liddell and	Scott render as above. Paley follows Hermann in rendering a compensating pleasure. The whole of this chorus is so full, however, of corruption, and possibly interpolation, that it is not unlikely that this phrase was not of Euripides’ coining. of seeing by its better judgment what is right; whereby a glory, ever young, is shed over life by reputation. A great thing it is to hunt virtue, for women when they love secretly; while in men, an inborn sense of order, shown in countless ways, Reading κόσμος ἐνὼν ὁ μυριπληθὴς with Markland, but here again it is hopeless to recover the true reading. adds to a city’s greatness. Chorus You came, O Paris , to the place where you were reared to herd the cows among the white heifers of Ida, piping in foreign strain and breathing on your reeds an echo of the Phrygian airs Olympus played. Full-uddered cows were browsing at the spot