Much-memorable curse Hast thou made flower-forth, red With the blood no rains disperse, That which was then in the House — Strife all-subduing, the woe of a spouse.
 KLUTAIMNESTRA. Nowise, of death the fate — Burdened by these things — supplicate! Nor on Helena turn thy wrath As the man-destroyer, as she who hath, Being but one, Many and many a soul undone Of the men, the Danaoi — And wrought immense annoy!
 CHOROS. Daimon, who fallest Upon this household and the double-raced Tantalidai, a rule, minded like theirs displaced, Thou rulest me with, now, Whose heart thou gallest! And on the body, like a hateful crow, Stationed, all out of tune, his chant to chant Doth Something vaunt!
 KLUTAIMNESTRA. Now, of a truth, hast thou set upright Thy mouth’s opinion, — Naming the Sprite, The triply gross, O’er the race that has dominion: For through him it is that Eros The carnage-licker In the belly is bred: ere ended quite Is the elder throe — new ichor!