But, for a mortal on these varied beauties To walk — to me, indeed, is nowise fear-free. I say — as man, not god, to me do homage! Apart from foot-mats both and varied vestures, Renown is loud, and — not to lose one’s senses, God’s greatest gift. Behoves we him call happy Who has brought life to end in loved well-being. If all things I might manage thus — brave man, I! KLUTAIMNESTRA. Come now, this say, nor feign a feeling to me! AGAMEMNON. With feeling, know indeed, I do not tamper! KLUTAIMNESTRA Vowed’st thou to the gods, in fear, to act thus? AGAMEMNON. If any, I well knew resolve I outspoke. KLUTAIMNESTRA. What think’st thou Priamos had done, thus victor? AGAMEMNON. On varied vests — I do think — he had passaged. KLUTAIMNESTRA Then, do not, struck with awe at human censure .... AGAMEMNON. Well, popular mob-outcry much avails too. KLUTAIMNESTRA. Ay, but the unenvied is not the much valued. AGAMEMNON. Sure, ’t is no woman’s part to long for battle. KLUTAIMNESTRA. Why, to the prosperous, even suits a beating. AGAMEMNON. What? thou this beating us in war dost prize too? KLUTAIMNESTRA. Persuade thee! power, for once, grant me — and willing!
 AGAMEMNON. But if this seem so to thee — shoes, let someone Loose under, quick — foot’s serviceable carriage! And me, on these sea-products walking, may no Grudge from a distance, from the god’s eye, strike at! For great shame were my strewment-spoiling — riches Spoiling with feet, and silver-purchased textures! Of these things, thus then. But this female-stranger Tenderly take inside! Who conquers mildly God, from afar, benignantly regardeth.