(I will not conceal it) wast — oh, by no help of the Muses! — depictedNot well of thy midriff the rudder directing. — convictedOf bringing a boldness they did not desire to the men with existence at stake.But now — from no outside of mind, nor unlovingly — gracious thou artTo those who have ended the labour, fulfilling their part;And in time shalt thou know, by inquiry instructed,Who of citizens justly, and who not to purpose, the city conducted.

AGAMEMNON.First, indeed, Argos, and the gods, the local,’T is right addressing — those with me the partnersIn this return and right things done the cityOf Priamos: gods who, from no tongue hearingThe rights o’ the cause, for Ilion’s fate man-slaught’rousInto the bloody vase, not oscillating,Put the vote-pebbles, while, o’ the rival vessel,Hope rose up to the lip-edge: filled it was not.By smoke the captured city is still conspicuous:Até’s burnt offerings live: and, dying with them,The ash sends forth the fulsome blasts of riches.Of these things, to the gods grace many-mindful’T is right I render, since both nets outrageousWe built them round with, and, for sake of woman,It did the city to dust — the Argeian monster,The horse’s nestling, the shield-bearing peopleThat made a leap, at setting of the Pleiads,And, vaulting o’er the tower, the raw-flesh-feedingLion licked up his fill of blood tyrannic.I to the gods indeed prolonged this preface;But — as for thy thought, I remember hearing —I say the same, and thou co-pleader hast me.Since few of men this faculty is born with —