Much-memorable curseHast thou made flower-forth, redWith 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 wrathAs the man-destroyer, as she who hath,Being but one,Many and many a soul undoneOf the men, the Danaoi —And wrought immense annoy! CHOROS.Daimon, who fallestUpon this household and the double-racedTantalidai, 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 chantDoth Something vaunt! KLUTAIMNESTRA.Now, of a truth, hast thou set uprightThy mouth’s opinion, —Naming the Sprite,The triply gross,O’er the race that has dominion:For through him it is that ErosThe carnage-lickerIn the belly is bred: ere ended quiteIs the elder throe — new ichor!