Thou such things soundest — seated at the lowerOarage to those who rule at the ship’s mid-bench?Thou shalt know, being old, how heavy is teachingTo one of the like age — bidden be modest!But chains and old age and the pangs of fastingStand out before all else in teaching, — prophetsAt souls’-cure! Dost not, seeing aught, see this too?Against goads kick not, lest tript-up thou suffer!CHOROS.Woman, thou, — of him coming new from battleHouseguard — thy husband’s bed the while disgracing, —For the Army-leader didst thou plan this fate too?AIGISTHOS.These words too are of groans the prime-begetters!Truly a tongue opposed to Orpheus hast thou:Foi he led all things by his voice’s grace-charm,But thou, upstirring them by these wild yelpings,Wilt lead them! Forced, thou wilt appear the tamer!CHOROS.So — thou shalt be my king then of the Argeians —Who, not when for this man his fate thou plannedst,Daredst to do this deed — thyself the slayer!AIGISTHOS.For, to deceive him was the wife’s part, certes:I was looked after — foe, ay, old-begotten!But out of this man’s wealth will I endeavourTo rule the citizens: and the no-man-minder— Him will I heavily yoke — by no means trace-horse,A corned-up colt! but that bad friend in darkness,Famine its housemate, shall behold him gentle.CHOROS.Why then, this man here, from a coward spirit,Didst not thou slay thyself? But, — helped, — a woman,The country’s pest, and that of gods o’ the country,Killed him! Orestes, where may he see light now?