Then did it dart until it reached the outpost Mount Arachnaios here, the city’s neighbour; And then darts to this roof of the Atreidai This light of Ide’s fire not unforefathered! Such are the rules prescribed the flambeau-bearers: He beats that’s first and also last in running. Such is the proof and token I declare thee, My husband having sent me news from Troia . CHOROS. The gods, indeed, anon will I pray, woman! But now, these words to hear, and sate my wonder Thoroughly, I am fain — if twice thou tell them.
 KLUTAIMNESTRA. Troia do the Achaioi hold, this same day. I think a noise — no mixture — reigns i’ the city. Sour wine and unguent pour thou in one vessel — Standers-apart, not lovers, wouldst thou style them: And so, of captives and of conquerors, partwise The voices are to hear, of fortune diverse. For those, indeed, upon the bodies prostrate Of husbands, brothers, children upon parents — The old men, from a throat that ’s free no longer, Shriekingly wail the death-doom of their dearest: While these — the after-battle hungry labour, Which prompts night-faring, marshals them to breakfast On the town’s store, according to no billet Of sharing, but as each drew lot of fortune. In the spear-captured Troic habitations House they already: from the frosts upmethral And dews delivered, will they, luckless creatures, Without a watch to keep, slumber all night through. And if they fear the gods, the city-guarders,