By who fulfilled things for my daughter, Justice, Até, Erinus, — by whose help I slew him, — Not mine the fancy — Fear will tread my palace So long as on my hearth there burns a fire, Aigisthos as before well-caring for me; Since he to me is shield, no small, of boldness. Here does he lie — outrager of this female, Dainty of all the Chruseids under Ilion ; And she — the captive, the soothsayer also And couchmate of this man, oracle-speaker, Faithful bed-fellow, — ay, the sailors’ benches They wore in common, nor unpunished did so, Since he is — thus! While, as for her, — swan-fashion, Her latest having chanted, — dying wailing She lies, — to him, a sweetheart: me she brought to — My bed’s by-nicety — the whet of dalliance. CHOROS. Alas, that some Fate would come Upon us in quickness — Neither much sickness Neither bed-keeping — And bear unended sleeping, Now that subdued Is our keeper, the kindest of mood! Having borne, for a woman’s sake, much strife — By a woman he withered from life!
 Ah me! Law-breaking Helena who, one, Hast many, so many souls undone ’Neath Troia! and now the consummated