By us, o’er sea and land the aery flyers,Troia at last taking, the band of ArgivesHang up such trophies to the gods of HellasWithin their domes — new glory to grow ancient!Such things men having heard must praise the cityAnd 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 KlutaimnestraConcern, ’t is likely: while they make me rich, too.KLUTAIMNESTRA.I shouted long ago, indeed, for joyance,When came that first night-messenger of fireProclaiming Ilion’s capture and dispersion.And someone, girding me, said, Through fire-bearersPersuaded — 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 husbandShall 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.