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The prudent army-prophet seeing two The Atreidai, two their tempers, knew Those feasting on the hare The armament-conductors were; And thus he spoke, explaining signs in view. "In time, this outset takes the town of Priamos: But all before its towers, -- the people's wealth that was, Of flocks and herds, -- as sure, shall booty-sharing thence Drain to the dregs away, by battle violence. Only, have care lest grudge of any god disturb With cloud the unsullied shine of that great force, the curb Of Troia, struck with damp Beforehand in the camp! For envyingly is The virgin Artemis Toward -- her father's flying hounds -- this House -- The sacrificers of the piteous And cowering beast, Brood and all, ere the birth: she hates the eagles' feast. Ah, Linos, say -- ah, Linos, song of wail! But may the good prevail!
KLUTAIMNESTRA. Troia do the Achaioi hold, this same day. I think a noise -- no mixture -- reigns i' the city. Sour wine and unguent pour thou in one vessel -- Standers-apart, not lovers, wouldst thou style them: And so, of captives and of conquerors, partwise The voices are to hear, of fortune diverse. For those, indeed, upon the bodies prostrate Of husbands, brothers, children upon parents -- The old men, from a throat that 's free no longer, Shriekingly wail the death-doom of their dearest: While these -- the after-battle hungry labour, Which prompts night-faring, marshals them to breakfast On the town's store, according to no billet Of sharing, but as each drew lot of fortune. In the spear-captured Troic habitations House they already: from the frosts upmethral And dews delivered, will they, luckless creatures, Without a watch to keep, slumber all night through. And if they fear the gods, the city-guarders, And the gods' structures of the conquered country, They may not -- capture
O Zeus the king, and friendly Night Of these brave boons bestower -- Thou who didst fling on Troia's every tower The o'er-roofing snare, that neither great thing might, Nor any of the young ones, overpass Captivity's great sweep-net -- one and all Of Até held in thrall! Ay, Zeus I fear -- the guest's friend great -- who was The doer of this, and long since bent The bow on Alexandros with intent That neither wide o' the white Nor o'er the stars the foolish dart should light.
And, leaving to her townsmen throngs a-spread With shields, and spear-thrusts of sea-armament, And bringing Ilion, in a dowry's stead, Destruction -- swiftly through the gates she went, Daring the undareable. But many a groan outbroke From prophets of the House as thus they spoke. "Woe, woe the House, the House and Rulers, -- woe The marriage-bed and dints A husband's love imprints! There she stands silent! meets no honour -- no Shame -- sweetest still to see of things gone long ago! And, through desire of one across the main, A ghost will seem within the house to reign. And hateful to the husband is the grace Of well-shaped statues: from -- in place of eyes Those blanks -- all Aphrodite dies.
For Ares, gold-exchanger for the dead, And balance-holder in the fight o' the spear, Due-weight from Ilion sends -- What moves the tear on tear -- A charred scrap to the friends: Filling with well-packed ashes every urn, For man -- that was -- the sole return. And they groan -- praising much, the while, Now this man as experienced in the strife, Now that, fallen nobly on a slaughtered pile, Because of -- not his own -- another's wife. But things there be, one barks, When no man harks: A surreptitious grief that's grudge Against the Atreidai who first sought the judge. But some there, round the rampart, have In Ilian earth, each one his grave: All fair-formed as at birth, It hid them -- what they have and hold -- the hostile earth.