May he wear some other family To nought, with the deaths of kin by kin! And, — keeping a little part of my goods, — Wholly am I contented in Having expelled from the royal House These frenzied moods The mutually-murderous. AIGISTHOS. O light propitious of day justice-bringing! I may say truly, now, that men’s avengers, The gods from high, of earth behold the sorrows — Seeing, as I have, i’ the spun robes of the Erinues, This man here lying, — sight to me how pleasant! — His father’s hands’ contrivances repaying. For Atreus, this land’s lord, of this man father, Thuestes, my own father — to speak clearly — His brother too, — being i’ the rule contested, — Drove forth to exile from both town and household: And, coming back, to the hearth turned, a suppliant, Wretched Thuestes found the fate assured him — Not to die, bloodying his paternal threshold Just there: but host-wise this man’s impious father Atreus, soul-keenly more than kindly, — seeming To joyous hold a flesh-day, — to my father Served up a meal, the flesh of his own children. The feet indeed and the hands’ top divisions He hid, high up and isolated sitting: