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826-880 AGAMEMNON<br />
Leapt tower and wall, and lapped a bellyful<br />
Of tyrant blood.<br />
So have I opened me<br />
Unto the Gods. And yet I call your words<br />
To mind; your counsel squares with my own<br />
thoughts.<br />
How rare it is in nature, when a man<br />
Can spare his friend, if he stands well with Fortune,<br />
Ungrudging honour! Nay, himself grown sick<br />
In his estate, jealousy lays to his heart<br />
A poison that can make his burden double;<br />
He hath his own griefs, yet must heave more sighs<br />
To see a neighbour happy! Ah, I know<br />
That which I speak; I am too well acquaint<br />
With friendship's glass, the reflex of a shadow;<br />
I mean my professed friends. There was not one<br />
Except Odysseus, the most loth to sail,<br />
That like a horse of mettle pulled his weight,<br />
And whether he be dead or alive, God knows.<br />
Enough of this. We purpose presently<br />
To call a Council touching the state of the realm<br />
And the service of the Gods. What's sound, we shall<br />
Take measures to perpetuate, but where<br />
There's need of physic, we shall in all kindness<br />
Use cautery or the knife, till we have rid<br />
The land of mischief.<br />
Now let me pass within;<br />
And in my high house, mine own hearth, stretch<br />
out<br />
My right hand to the Gods, that sent me forth<br />
And brought me safely home. So victory<br />
That followed in my train attend me still.<br />
CLYT AlMNESTRA comes to meet him.<br />
Cl. Good citizens, our Argive seigniory,<br />
I think no shame to speak of the dear love<br />
I bear my lord. Our blushes wear not well;<br />
They pale with time, and I need little schooling<br />
To tell you life to me was weariness<br />
Those years when he beleaguered Ilium.<br />
Merely to sit at home without her lord<br />
Is for a woman to know fearful sorrow.<br />
Scarce hath one crack-voiced kill-joy cried his news<br />
Than comes his fellow, clamouring far worse.<br />
An if this mould of manhood, where he stands,<br />
Had gotten wounds as many as Rumour digged<br />
Channels to be the conduits of his blood<br />
And help it home, he were as full of holes<br />
As, with your leave, a net. Had he but died<br />
As often as men's tongues reported him,<br />
Another triple-bodied Geryon,<br />
Three cloaks of earth's clay-not to pry too deep<br />
And talk of under-strewments-three fair cloaks<br />
Of clay for coverlid-thrice over dead<br />
And buried handsomely as many times<br />
Conceive his boast-three corpses, a grave apiecel<br />
Well, but these crabbed rumours made me mad;<br />
And many times the noose was round my neck,<br />
Had not my people, much against my will,<br />
Untied the knot. And this will tell you why,<br />
When looked for most, Orestes is not here,<br />
Lord of our plighted loves to him impawned.<br />
You must not think it strange. Your sworn ally,<br />
61<br />
Strophius the Phocian, hath charged him with<br />
The nurture of the child, foreshadowing<br />
A double jeopardy; yours before Ilium,<br />
And here, lest many-throated Anarchy<br />
Should patch a plot; since 'tis a vice in nature<br />
To trample down the fallen underfoot.<br />
This was his argument, and I believe<br />
Honestly urged. For me the fount of weeping<br />
Hath long run dry, and there's no drop left. Ohl<br />
These eyes, late watchers by the lamp that burned<br />
For thee, but thou kept'st not thy tryst, are sOre<br />
With all the tears they shed, thinking of thee.<br />
How often from my sleep did the thin hum<br />
And thresh of buzzing gna t rouse me! I dreamed<br />
More sorrows for thy sake than Time, that played<br />
The wanton with me, reckoned minutes while<br />
I slept. All this ha,-eI gone through; and now,<br />
Care-free I hail our mastiff of the fold,<br />
Our ship's great mainstay, pillar pedestalled<br />
To bear a soaring roof up, only son,<br />
Landfall to sailors out of hope of land!<br />
These are the great additions of his worth!<br />
And, I pray God 'tis no offence to Heaven<br />
To make them heard. We have had many sorrows,<br />
And would provoke no more.<br />
Dear Heart, come down;<br />
Step from thy car, but not on the bare ground;<br />
Thv foot that desolated Ilium,<br />
Thou royal man, must never stoop so low!<br />
Spread your rich stuffs before him, girls; make<br />
haste!<br />
That he may walk the purple-paved way<br />
Where Justice leads him to his undreamed home.<br />
My sleepless care shall manage all the rest<br />
As Justice and the Heavenly Will approve.<br />
Ag. Offspring of Leda, keeper of my house,<br />
You match your much speech to my absence, both<br />
Are something long; the rather that fine words<br />
Come best from others'lips. Woman me not,<br />
Nor like an eastern slave grovel before me<br />
With your wide-mouthed, extravagant exclaim.<br />
Away with all these strewments! Pave for me<br />
No highway of offence! What can we more<br />
When we would deify the deathless Gods!<br />
But Man to walk these sacramental splendours,<br />
It likes me not, and I do fear it. No,<br />
Honour.me as the mortal thing I am,<br />
Not as a God! A foot-cloth, that will pass;<br />
But think how ill will sound on the tongues of<br />
men<br />
These veilings of the precincts! God's best gift<br />
Is to live free from wicked thoughts; call no man<br />
Happy, till his contented clay is cold.<br />
Now I have told .thee how I mean to act,<br />
And keep my conscience easy.<br />
Cl. Tell me this,<br />
And speak thy mind to me.<br />
Ag. My mind's made up;<br />
I'll not rase out mine own decree.<br />
Cl. Would'st thou,<br />
Faced with some fearful jeopardy, have made