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Aeschylus [770-793]<br />

LEADER<br />

Nay, tell not that unto our loathed lord,<br />

But speed to him, put on the mien of joy,<br />

Say, Come alone, fear nought, the news is good:<br />

A bearer can tell straight a twisted tale.<br />

NURSE<br />

Does then thy mind in this new tale find joy?<br />

LEADER<br />

What if Zeus bid our ill wind veer to fair?<br />

NURSE<br />

And how? the home's hope with Orestes dies.<br />

LEADER<br />

Not yet—a seer, though feeble, this might see.<br />

NURSE<br />

What say'st thou? Know'st thou aught, this tale belying?<br />

LEADER<br />

Go, tell the news to him, perform thine hest,—<br />

What the gods will, themselves can well provide.<br />

NURSE<br />

Well, I will go, herein obeying thee;<br />

And luck fall fair, with favour sent from heaven.<br />

(She goes out.)<br />

CHORUS (singing)<br />

Zeus, sire of them who on Olympus dwell,<br />

Hear thou, O hear my prayer!<br />

Grant to my rightful lords to prosper well<br />

Even as their zeal is fair!<br />

For right, for right goes up aloud my cry—<br />

Zeus, aid him, stand anigh!<br />

strophe 1<br />

refrain !<br />

Into his father's hall he goes<br />

To smite his father's foes.<br />

Bid him prevail! by thee on throne of triumph set,<br />

Twice, yea and thrice with joy shall he acquit the debt.

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