But, for a mortal on these varied beautiesTo 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 happyWho 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!KLUTAIMNESTRAVowed’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.KLUTAIMNESTRAThen, 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 someoneLoose under, quick — foot’s serviceable carriage!And me, on these sea-products walking, may noGrudge from a distance, from the god’s eye, strike at!For great shame were my strewment-spoiling — richesSpoiling with feet, and silver-purchased textures!Of these things, thus then. But this female-strangerTenderly take inside! Who conquers mildlyGod, from afar, benignantly regardeth.