By us, o’er sea and land the aery flyers, Troia at last taking, the band of Argives Hang up such trophies to the gods of Hellas Within their domes — new glory to grow ancient! Such things men having heard must praise the city And army-leaders: and the grace which wrought them — Of Zeus, shall honoured be. Thou hast my whole word.
 CHOROS. O’ercome by words, their sense I do not gainsay. For, aye this breeds youth in the old — to learn well. But these things most the house and Klutaimnestra Concern, ’t is likely: while they make me rich, too. KLUTAIMNESTRA. I shouted long ago, indeed, for joyance, When came that first night-messenger of fire Proclaiming Ilion ’s capture and dispersion. And someone, girding me, said, Through fire-bearers Persuaded — Troia to be sacked now, thinkest? Truly, the woman’s way, — high to lift heart up! By such words I was made seem wit-bewildered: Yet still I sacrificed; and, — female-song with, — A shout one man and other, through the city, Set up, congratulating in the gods’ seats, Soothing the incense-eating flame right fragrant. And now, what’s more, indeed, why need’st thou tell me? I of the king himself shall learn the whole word: And, — as may best be, — I my revered husband Shall hasten, as he comes back, to receive: for — What’s to a wife sweeter to see than this light (Her husband, by the god saved, back from warfare) So as to open gates? This tell my husband — To come at soonest to his loving city.