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003 - Agamemnon Part 2 · Oresteia

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  Speaker 1: Section two of the Aristea. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: Aristea by Eschylus translated by E. D. A. Moore's head,
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  Speaker 1: Section two Agamemnon, Part two.
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  Speaker 2: Wherefore forever on the wings of fear hovers a vision
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  Speaker 2: drear before my boding heart. Astrain unbidden and unwelcome thrills
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  Speaker 2: my near oracula of pain, not as of old, upon
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  Speaker 2: my bosom's throne, sits confidence to spurn such fears like dreams,
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  Speaker 2: we know not to discern old, old and gray, long
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  Speaker 2: since the time has grown, which store the linked cables
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  Speaker 2: more the fleet when earth sticks aime to Ilien's sandy shore.
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  Speaker 2: And now mine eyes and not another's, see their safe return.
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  Speaker 2: Yet none the less in me the inner spirit sings
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  Speaker 2: aboding song, self prompted, sings the fury strain, and seeks
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  Speaker 2: and seeks in vain to hope and to be strong
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  Speaker 2: ah to some end of fate unseen unguest are these
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  Speaker 2: wild throbbings of my heart and breast, yea of some doomb.
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  Speaker 2: They tell each pulse a knell leaf leaf, were I
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  Speaker 2: that all to unfulfillments hidden realm might fall too far,
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  Speaker 2: too far, our mortal spirits strive grasping at utter wheel,
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  Speaker 2: unsatisfy'd till the fell curse that dwelleth hard beside thrust
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  Speaker 2: down the sundring wall too fair, they blow the gales
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  Speaker 2: that waft are bark on Fortune's tide. Swiftly we sail
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  Speaker 2: the sooner all to drive upon the hidden rock the
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  Speaker 2: reef of woe. Then if the hand of caution whereith
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  Speaker 2: this sling forth into the sea, part of the frate,
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  Speaker 2: lest all should sink below from the deep death. It
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  Speaker 2: saves the bark even so doom laden though it be,
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  Speaker 2: once more may rise his household, who is timely wise
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  Speaker 2: how oft the famin stricken field is sav'd by God's
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  Speaker 2: large gift the new years yield. But blood of man,
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  Speaker 2: once spill'd, once hath his feet shed forth, and darkening
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  Speaker 2: the plain, nor chant nor charm can call it back again.
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  Speaker 2: So zeoth hath will'd else had he spared the liege
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  Speaker 2: Neslepius skill'd to bring man from the dead, the hand
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  Speaker 2: divine did smite himself with death a warning, and a
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  Speaker 2: sign ah me. If fate ordained of old held not
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  Speaker 2: the will of God's constrained controlled, helpless to us ward
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  Speaker 2: and apart swifter than speech, my heart had bored its
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  Speaker 2: pressI jout now, fretting, chafing in the dark of doubt,
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  Speaker 2: tis hopeless to unfold truth from fears, tangled skein, and
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  Speaker 2: yearning to proclaim its thought.
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  Speaker 1: My soul is prophecy and flame frtemnestra re enters.
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  Speaker 3: Get thee within thou too, Cassandra, go for zeus to
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  Speaker 3: thee in gracious mercy, grants to share the sprinklings of
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  Speaker 3: the lustral ball beside the altar of his guardianship. Slave
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  Speaker 3: among many slaves, what haughty still stepped from the car
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  Speaker 3: Alcmena's son, Tis said, was sold perforce and bore the
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  Speaker 3: yoke of old. Aye hard it is. But if such
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  Speaker 3: fate befall, tis a fair chance to serve within a
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  Speaker 3: home of ancient wealth and power, and upstart Lord to
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  Speaker 3: whom welse harvest came beyond his hope is as a
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  Speaker 3: lion to his slaves in all exceeding fierce, immoderate in sway,
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  Speaker 3: pass in thou hearest, what our ways will be.
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  Speaker 4: Clear unto thee o maid is her command. But thou
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  Speaker 4: within the toils of fate, thou art If such thy
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  Speaker 4: will I urge thee to obey. Yet I misdoubt thou
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  Speaker 4: dost not hear nor heed.
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  Speaker 3: I WoT unless like swallows, she doth use some strange
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  Speaker 3: barbarian tongue from oversea. My words must speak persuasion to
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  Speaker 3: her soul.
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  Speaker 4: Obey. There is no gentler way than this. Step from
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  Speaker 4: the car's high seat and.
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  Speaker 3: Follow her truce to this bootless waiting here without I
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  Speaker 3: will not stay beside the central shrine. The victims stand
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  Speaker 3: prepared for knife and fire offerings from hearts beyond all
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  Speaker 3: hope made. Glad thou if thou rekest aught my command
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  Speaker 3: twere well done soon. But if thy sense be shut
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  Speaker 3: from these my words, let thy barbarian hand fulfill by
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  Speaker 3: gesture the default of speech.
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  Speaker 4: No native is she thus to read thy words unaided,
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  Speaker 4: like some wild thing of the wood new trapped. Behold,
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  Speaker 4: she shrinks and glares on thee.
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  Speaker 3: Tis madness and the rule of mind distraught, since she
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  Speaker 3: beheld her city sink and fire, and hither comes nor
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  Speaker 3: brooks the bit until in foam and blood her wrath
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  Speaker 3: be champed away. See ye to her unqueenly tis for
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  Speaker 3: me unheeded. Thus to cast away my.
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  Speaker 1: Words, Clytemnestra exits, but with me.
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  Speaker 4: Pity sits in anger's place. Poor made them come thou
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  Speaker 4: from the car. No way there is but this, Take
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  Speaker 4: up thy servitude.
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  Speaker 5: Whoa whoa alas Earth, Mother Earth, and thou Apollo Apollo
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  Speaker 5: peace shriek not to.
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  Speaker 4: The bright prophetic God, who will not brook the suppliance
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  Speaker 4: of woe?
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  Speaker 5: Whoa whoa law Earth, Mother Earth? And thou Apollo Apollo
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  Speaker 5: hark with wild curse.
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  Speaker 4: She calls anew on him who stand'st far off and
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  Speaker 4: loathes the voice of.
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  Speaker 5: Wail Apollo Apollo, God of all ways? But only Death's
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  Speaker 5: to me once again, O thou destroyer, nam'd, thou hast
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  Speaker 5: destroy'd me, Thou my love of old?
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  Speaker 6: She grows, presageful of her woes to come slave, though
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  Speaker 6: she be instinct'd with prophecy.
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  Speaker 5: Apollo Apollo, God of all ways, But only Death's to me,
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  Speaker 5: O thou, Apollo, thou destroyer, nam'd? What way hast led
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  Speaker 5: me to? What evil home?
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  Speaker 6: Knowst thou it not the home of Atraeus in race?
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  Speaker 6: Take these my words for sooth.
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  Speaker 5: And ask no more home, cursed of God, bear witness
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  Speaker 5: unto me ye visioned woes within the blood stained hands
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  Speaker 5: of them that smite their kin, the strangling noose, and
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  Speaker 5: spattered o'er with human blood the reeking floor.
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  Speaker 4: How like a sleuth hound questing on the track, keen
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  Speaker 4: scented unto blood, damn death, she.
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  Speaker 5: Hies har can the ghostly guidance fail? Whereby my profit's
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  Speaker 5: soul is onwards led look for their flesh. The specter
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  Speaker 5: children wail their sodden limbs on which their father fed.
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  Speaker 4: Long since we knew of thy prophetic fame. But for
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  Speaker 4: those deeds we seek no prophet's tongue.
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  Speaker 5: God tis another crime worse than the storied woe of
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  Speaker 5: olden time. Cureless, abhorred that one is plotting here a
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  Speaker 5: shaming death for those that should be dear alas and
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  Speaker 5: far away in foreign land, he that should help doth stand.
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  Speaker 4: I knew the old tales the city rings with all,
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  Speaker 4: But now thy speech is dark beyond my cairn.
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  Speaker 5: O wretch O purpose fell thou for thy wedded lord.
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  Speaker 5: The cleansing wave hast poured a treacherous welcome. How the
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  Speaker 5: sequill tell too soon, twill come too soon for now
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  Speaker 5: even now she smites him, blow on blow.
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  Speaker 4: Riddles beyond thy reaed, I peer in vain through the
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  Speaker 4: dim films that screen the prophecy god.
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  Speaker 5: A new sight, a nette, a snare of hell set
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  Speaker 5: by her hand, herself, a snare more fell, A wedded wife,
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  Speaker 5: she slays her lord, help'd by another hand, Ye powers
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  Speaker 5: whose hate of atreus home. No blood can satiate, rise
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  Speaker 5: and wild cry above the sacrifice a horde.
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  Speaker 4: Why didst thou, some fiend I know not whom shriek
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  Speaker 4: or the house thine is no cheering word back to
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  Speaker 4: my heart in frozen fear, I feel my waning love.
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  Speaker 4: Blood run, a blood that round the wounding steel, and
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  Speaker 4: slow as sinks life's parting sun, swift, swift, unsure.
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  Speaker 5: Some woe comes, pressing on away, away, Keep him away.
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  Speaker 5: The monarch of the herd, the pasture's pride, far from
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  Speaker 5: his mate, in treacherous wrath, muffling his swarthy horns with
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  Speaker 5: secret scathe, she CAUs his fenceless side hark in the
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  Speaker 5: brimming bath, the heavy plash, the dying cry. Hark in
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  Speaker 5: the lover Hark. He falls by treachery.
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  Speaker 2: I read amiss dark saying such as thine. Yet something
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  Speaker 2: warns me that they tell of ill O, dark prophetic speech,
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  Speaker 2: ill tidings. Dost thou teach.
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  Speaker 6: Ever to mortals?
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  Speaker 2: Here below, ever, some tale of awe and woe through
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  Speaker 2: all my windings manifold, do we unriddle and unfold?
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  Speaker 5: Ah, well a day the cup of agony, whereof chant
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  Speaker 5: foams with a draft for me, Ah lord, ah leader,
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  Speaker 5: thou hast led me here wast but to die with
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  Speaker 5: thee whose doom is near.
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  Speaker 2: Distraught, Thou art divinely stirred, and wailest for thyself a
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  Speaker 2: tunelas lay, as piteous as the ceaseless tale. Wherewith the
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  Speaker 2: brown melodious bird dost ever it is? It is wail deep,
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  Speaker 2: bower'd in sorrow all its little lifetime's day.
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  Speaker 5: Ah for thy fate, o shrill voiced nightingale, Some solace
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  Speaker 5: for thy woes? Did heaven afford clothed thee with soft
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  Speaker 5: brown plumes and life apart from waial, But for my
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  Speaker 5: death is edged the double biting sword.
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  Speaker 2: What pangs are these? What fruitless pain sent on thee?
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  Speaker 2: From on high? Thou chantest terror's frantic strain, Yet in shrill,
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  Speaker 2: measured melody, How thus unerring canst thou sweep along the
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  Speaker 2: prophet's bath and boning song?
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  Speaker 5: Woe paris, woe on thee thy bridled joy was death
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  Speaker 5: and fire upon thy race and troy, and woe for
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  Speaker 5: thee Scamander's flood beside thy banks, o river fair. I
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  Speaker 5: grew in tender nursing care from childhood unto maidenhood. Now
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  Speaker 5: not by thine but by coctus stream and Acron's banks
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  Speaker 5: shall wring my boding scream?
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  Speaker 2: Too plain? Is all too plain? A child might read aright,
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  Speaker 2: thy faithful strain deep in my heart, their piercing fang,
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  Speaker 2: Terror and sorrow set the while I herved that piteous, low,
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  Speaker 2: tender word, yet to mine ear and heart, a crushing pang.
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  Speaker 5: Woe for my city, woe for Ilion's fall. Father, how
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  Speaker 5: oft with sanguine stains stream'd on thy altar stone, the
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  Speaker 5: blood of cattle slain, that heaven might guard our wall,
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  Speaker 5: But all was shed in vain. Low lie the shatter'd
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  Speaker 5: towers where as they fell, And I ah burning heart
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  Speaker 5: shall soon lie low as well of sorrow is.
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  Speaker 2: Thy song of sorrow?
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  Speaker 7: Still alas what power of ill sits heavy on thy heart,
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  Speaker 7: and bids thee tell in tears of perfect moan, thy
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  Speaker 7: deadly tale, some woe.
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  Speaker 2: I know not what must close thy pityer's.
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  Speaker 5: Wail list, For no more presage of my soul bride
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  Speaker 5: like shall peer from its secluding veil. But as the
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  Speaker 5: morning winds blow clear the east, more bright shall blow
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  Speaker 5: the wind of prophecy, And as against the low bright
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  Speaker 5: line of dawn, leaves high and higher. Yet the rolling wave,
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  Speaker 5: so in the clearing skies of prescience, dawns on my soul,
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  Speaker 5: a further deadlier woe. And I will speak, but in
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  Speaker 5: dark speech no more, bear ye witness, and follow at
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  Speaker 5: my side. I scent the trail of blood shed long
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  Speaker 5: ago within this house, acquire abidingly chance, in harsh unison,
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  Speaker 5: the chant of ill yea, and they drink for more,
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  Speaker 5: an hard and joy man's blood, for wine and revel.
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  Speaker 5: In the halls, departing never furies of the home they
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  Speaker 5: sit within. They chant the primal curse, each spitting hatred
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  Speaker 5: on that crime of old, the brother's couch, the love
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  Speaker 5: incestuous that brought forth hatred to the ravisher. Say is
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  Speaker 5: my speech wild and erring?
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  Speaker 8: Now?
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  Speaker 5: Or doth its arrow cleave the mark. Indeed they called
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  Speaker 5: me once the prophetess of lies, the wandering hag, the
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  Speaker 5: pest of every door. A test. Ye, now she knows
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  Speaker 5: in very sooth the house's curse, the storied infam me.
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  Speaker 2: Yet how should oath, how loyally soe'er I swear it
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  Speaker 2: all to avail thee?
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  Speaker 9: In good sooth my wonder meets thy claim. I stand
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  Speaker 9: amazed that thou, a maiden born meon the seas, dost
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  Speaker 9: as a native know and tell aright tales of a
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  Speaker 9: city of an alien tongue.
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  Speaker 5: That is my power. A boon Apollo gave.
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  Speaker 2: God, though he were yearning for a mortal maid.
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  Speaker 5: Aye, what seemed shame of old is shame no more.
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  Speaker 2: Such finer sense suits not with slavery.
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  Speaker 5: He strove to win me, panting for my love.
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  Speaker 2: Came ye by compact, unto bridal joys.
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  Speaker 5: Nay, for I plighted troth then foiled the god.
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  Speaker 2: Wilt thou already dowered with prescience?
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  Speaker 5: Yea prophet ist to Troy of all her doom?
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  Speaker 2: How left thee? Then apollows wrath unscathed?
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  Speaker 5: I false to him? Seemed prophet false to all not.
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  Speaker 2: So to us. At least thy words seem.
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  Speaker 5: Sooth woe for me. Woe again, the agony, dread, pain
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  Speaker 5: that sees the future all too well, with ghastly preludes,
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  Speaker 5: whirls and racks my soul. Behold ye yonder on the
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  Speaker 5: palace roof the specter, children sitting look such things as
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  Speaker 5: dreams are made on phantoms, as of babes, horrible shadows
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  Speaker 5: that a kinsman's hand hath marked with murder. And their
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  Speaker 5: arms are full a rueful burden. See they hold them
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  Speaker 5: up the entrails upon which their father fed. For this,
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  Speaker 5: For this, I say, there plots revenge, a coward lion
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  Speaker 5: crouching in the lair guarding the gate against my master's foot,
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  Speaker 5: my master mine, I bear the slave's yoke now, And he,
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  Speaker 5: the lord of ships, who trod down Troy, knows not
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  Speaker 5: the fawning treachery of tongue, of this thing, false and
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  Speaker 5: dog like. How his speech glowses and sleeks her purpose
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  Speaker 5: till she win by ill Fate's favor, the desired chance
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  Speaker 5: moving like ate to a secret end. O all this soul,
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  Speaker 5: the woman slays her lord. Woman, What loathsome monster of
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  Speaker 5: the earth were fit comparison the double snake or Sillo,
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  Speaker 5: where she dwells the seamen's bane, girt round with rocks,
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  Speaker 5: some hag of hell raving a truthless curse upon her
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  Speaker 5: kin hark. Even now she cries exultingly, the vengeful cry
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  Speaker 5: that tells of battle turned. How fain forsooth to greet
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  Speaker 5: her chief restored? Nay, then believe me not what skills
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  Speaker 5: belief or disbelief. Fate works its will, and thou wilt
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  Speaker 5: see and say in ruth her tale was true.
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  Speaker 2: Ah Tis diest's feet, kindred flesh. I guess her meaning,
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  Speaker 2: and with horror thrill, hearing no shadowed hint or the
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  Speaker 2: your true tale, but its full hatefulness. Yet for the rest,
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  Speaker 2: far from the track.
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  Speaker 5: I roam and know no more tis Agamemnon's doom. Thou
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  Speaker 5: shalt behold peace.
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  Speaker 2: Helpless woman, to thy aboding words.
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  Speaker 5: Far from my speech stands he who sains and saves.
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  Speaker 2: I were such doom at hand, which.
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  Speaker 5: God will bid, thou prayest idly. These move swift to slay.
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  Speaker 2: What man prepares a deed of such despite fool.
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  Speaker 5: Thus to read amiss, mine.
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  Speaker 2: Oracles, divisor, and device are dark to.
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  Speaker 5: Me dark all too well. I speak the Grecian tongue, Aye,
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  Speaker 5: but in.
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  Speaker 2: Thine, as in Apollo's strains, familiar as the towne, but
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  Speaker 2: dark the.
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  Speaker 5: Thought ah ah, the fire it waxes near me. Now,
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  Speaker 5: woe woe for me, Apollo of the dawn. Lo how
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  Speaker 5: the woman thing, the lioness, crouched with the wolf, her
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  Speaker 5: noble mate Afar, will slay me slave forlorn yea like
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  Speaker 5: some witch. She drugs the cup of wrath that slays
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  Speaker 5: her lord with double death. His recompense for me. I
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  Speaker 5: tis for me the prey he bore from Troy, that
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  Speaker 5: she hath sworn his death, and edged the steel ye
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  Speaker 5: wan's ye wreaths that cling around my neck, Ye showed me, prophetess.
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  Speaker 5: Yet scorned of all, I stamp you into death, or
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  Speaker 5: e'er I die down to destruction. Thus I stand revenged.
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  Speaker 5: Go crown some other with a prophet's woe. Look it
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  Speaker 5: is he, It is Apollo self, rending from me the
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  Speaker 5: prophet robe he gave.
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  Speaker 6: God.
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  Speaker 5: Well, I wore it. Yet thou sawest me marck'd there
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  Speaker 5: at my home by each malicious mouth to all, in
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  Speaker 5: each an undivided scorn the name alike, in fate of
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  Speaker 5: witch and cheat, woe, poverty, and famine.
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  Speaker 2: All I bore.
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  Speaker 5: And at this last the god hath brought me here
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  Speaker 5: into death's toil. And what his love had made, his
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  Speaker 5: hate unmakes me now. And I shall stand not now
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  Speaker 5: before the altar of my home, but me a slaughter house,
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  Speaker 5: and block of blood shall see hewn down, a reeking sacrifice. Ye,
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  Speaker 5: shall the gods have heed of me who die, For
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  Speaker 5: by their will shall one requite my doom? He to
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  Speaker 5: avenge his father's blood out poured, shall smite and slay
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  Speaker 5: with matricidal hand. Aye, shall come, though far away he roam,
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  Speaker 5: a banished wanderer in a strange land, to crown his
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  Speaker 5: kindred's edifice of ill, called home to vengeance by his
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  Speaker 5: father's fall. Thus have the high gods sworn and shall fulfill.
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  Speaker 5: And why now morn I tarrying on earth? Since first
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  Speaker 5: mine ilion has found its fate. And since I beheld,
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  Speaker 5: and those who won the wall pass to such issue
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  Speaker 5: as the gods ordain, I too will pass, and like them,
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  Speaker 5: dare to die.
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  Speaker 1: Cassandra turns and looks upon the palace.
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  Speaker 5: Door portal of Hades. Thus I bid thee hail, grant
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  Speaker 5: me one boon, a swift and mortal stroke, that all
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  Speaker 5: unwrung by pain, with ebbing blood shed forth in quiet death.
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  Speaker 5: I close mine eyes made.
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  Speaker 2: Of mysterious woes, mysterious law. Long was thy prophecy. But
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  Speaker 2: if aright thou readest all thy fate? How thus unscared
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  Speaker 2: dost thou approach the altar of thy doom. That's from
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  Speaker 2: the life some victim heaven controlled friends.
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  Speaker 5: There is no avoidance in delay, Yet.
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  Speaker 2: Who delays the longest is the game?
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  Speaker 5: The day is come. Flight was small gain to me, Oh.
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  Speaker 2: Brave endurance of a soul resolved.
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  Speaker 5: That were ill praise for those of happier doom.
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  Speaker 2: All fame is happy, even famous death.
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  Speaker 5: Ah, sire, our brethren famous once were ye.
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  Speaker 1: She moves to enter the house, then starts back.
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  Speaker 2: What fear is this that scares thee from the house?
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  Speaker 5: Pah?
• 22:52
  Speaker 2: What is his cry? Some dark despair of soul?
• 22:56
  Speaker 5: Pa? The house fumes with stench and spirit of bloe blood.
• 23:00
  Speaker 2: How tis the smell of household offerings?
• 23:04
  Speaker 5: Tis rank as charnel sent from open graves?
• 23:08
  Speaker 2: Thou canst not mean this scented Syrian?
• 23:10
  Speaker 4: Low?
• 23:11
  Speaker 5: Nay, Let me pass within to cry aloud the monarch's
• 23:15
  Speaker 5: fate and mine enough of life. Ah, friends, bear to
• 23:21
  Speaker 5: me witness, since I fall in death, that not as
• 23:25
  Speaker 5: birds that shun the bush and scream. I moan in
• 23:29
  Speaker 5: idle terror, this attest, when for my death's revenge, another
• 23:33
  Speaker 5: dies a woman for a woman, and a man falls
• 23:39
  Speaker 5: for a man ill wedded to his curse. Grant me
• 23:43
  Speaker 5: this boon the last before I die, brave to.
• 23:47
  Speaker 2: The last, I mourn thy doom.
• 23:49
  Speaker 5: Foreseen once more one utterance, but not of wail, though
• 23:55
  Speaker 5: for my death. And then I speak no more. Aye
• 23:59
  Speaker 5: thou whose beam I shall not see again. To thee
• 24:02
  Speaker 5: I cry, let those whom vengeance calls to slay their
• 24:07
  Speaker 5: kindred slayers quit with all the death of me, the slave,
• 24:12
  Speaker 5: the fenseless, prey our state of mortal man in time
• 24:18
  Speaker 5: of weal a line a shadow, and if ill fate fall,
• 24:25
  Speaker 5: one wet sponge sweep wipes all our trace away. And
• 24:31
  Speaker 5: this I deem less, piteous of the twain.
• 24:34
  Speaker 1: Cassandra exits into the palace too true.
• 24:37
  Speaker 2: It is our mortal state with blisses. Never say it.
• 24:41
  Speaker 2: Anon before the palace, high and Stately of prosperity cries
• 24:47
  Speaker 2: to us with a voice of fear away, still ill
• 24:50
  Speaker 2: to enter here Lo this our lord hath troddled down
• 24:55
  Speaker 2: by grace of heaven. All primes down, and praise does God.
• 25:00
  Speaker 2: He stands once more on. Yet now, if bloodshad long
• 25:06
  Speaker 2: ago cries out, that other blood flow his life blood
• 25:10
  Speaker 2: is to pay again the peace to that bragget's vaulting vain, who,
• 25:18
  Speaker 2: having heard the chieftain's tale, yet boasts of bliss untouched
• 25:23
  Speaker 2: by bail.
• 25:24
  Speaker 1: A loud cry is heard from within.
• 25:27
  Speaker 9: Oh I am sped a deep immortal blow.
• 25:31
  Speaker 2: Listen, listen who is screaming immortally?
• 25:36
  Speaker 4: Oh?
• 25:37
  Speaker 9: Oh again another another blow?
• 25:41
  Speaker 2: The bloody act. I have heard the monk cry. Let
• 25:45
  Speaker 2: us swiftly take some counsel, we too be doomed to die.
• 25:50
  Speaker 6: Tis best, I judge allowed for aid to call whole
• 25:54
  Speaker 6: loyal argives to the palace.
• 25:56
  Speaker 10: All better ride ourselves to bear the aid and drag
• 26:01
  Speaker 10: the deed to light while drips a blade.
• 26:04
  Speaker 6: Such will is mine?
• 26:05
  Speaker 11: And what thou say'st I say swiftly to act the
• 26:10
  Speaker 11: time brooks no delay.
• 26:12
  Speaker 10: Ay thought is plain. This prelude of their song foretells
• 26:16
  Speaker 10: its close in tyranny and wrong. The hard wi tarry,
• 26:21
  Speaker 10: but thy name delay thay s firn, and press with
• 26:26
  Speaker 10: sleepless hand to slay.
• 26:28
  Speaker 11: I know not what twere well to counsel. Now who
• 26:32
  Speaker 11: willst to act? Tis his to counsel?
• 26:34
  Speaker 10: How thy doubt is mine? For when a man is slain,
• 26:39
  Speaker 10: I have no words to bring his life again. What
• 26:43
  Speaker 10: hein for life's sake bowers to obey these house divide
• 26:47
  Speaker 10: us and their tyrants. Way and manly doom tware better.
• 26:52
  Speaker 11: Far to die. Death is a gentler lord than tyranny.
• 26:57
  Speaker 2: Think well, must cry or sign no woe or pain,
• 27:01
  Speaker 2: fix our conclusion that the chief is slain.
• 27:04
  Speaker 6: Such talk befits us. When the deed we see conjecture
• 27:08
  Speaker 6: dwells afar from certainty.
• 27:11
  Speaker 2: I read one will from many a diver's word to
• 27:15
  Speaker 2: know aright, how stands it with our lord?
• 27:18
  Speaker 1: The scene opens, disclosing Clytemnestra, who comes forward. The body
• 27:23
  Speaker 1: of Agamemnon lies muffled in a long robe within a
• 27:27
  Speaker 1: silver sided labor. The corpse of Cassandra is laid beside him.
• 27:32
  Speaker 3: Ho ye who heard me speak so long and oft
• 27:34
  Speaker 3: the closing words that led me to my will? Hear
• 27:37
  Speaker 3: how I shrink not to unsay it all. How else
• 27:39
  Speaker 3: should one who willeth to requite evil for evil to
• 27:42
  Speaker 3: an enemy disguised as friend, weave the mesh straightly round him,
• 27:46
  Speaker 3: not to be overleaped a net of doom. This is
• 27:49
  Speaker 3: the sum and issue of old strife of me, deep
• 27:52
  Speaker 3: pondered and at length fulfilled, all is avowed. And as
• 27:55
  Speaker 3: I smote, I stand with foot set firm upon a
• 27:58
  Speaker 3: finished thing, I turn not to denial. Thus I wrought
• 28:02
  Speaker 3: so that he could nor flee nor ward his doom.
• 28:05
  Speaker 3: Even as the trammel hems the scaly shoal, I trapped
• 28:08
  Speaker 3: him with inextricable toils, the ill abundance of a baffling robe.
• 28:13
  Speaker 3: Then smote him once again, and at each wound he
• 28:16
  Speaker 3: cried aloud. Then, as in death, relaxed each limb and
• 28:20
  Speaker 3: sank to the earth. And as he lay once more,
• 28:23
  Speaker 3: I smote him with the last third blow, sacred to Hades,
• 28:27
  Speaker 3: savior of the dead. And thus he fell, And as
• 28:30
  Speaker 3: he passed away, spirit with body chafed, each dying breath
• 28:34
  Speaker 3: flung from his breast. Swift bubbling jets of gore, and
• 28:37
  Speaker 3: the dark sprinklings of the rain of blood fell upon me,
• 28:40
  Speaker 3: and I was fain to feel that dew not sweeter
• 28:43
  Speaker 3: is the rain of heaven to cornland, when the green
• 28:45
  Speaker 3: sheath teems with grain, Elders of Argos, Since the thing stand,
• 28:50
  Speaker 3: so I bid you to rejoice, if such your will
• 28:54
  Speaker 3: rejoice or not, I want and praise the deed, and
• 28:56
  Speaker 3: well I ween, if seemly it could be twere not
• 28:59
  Speaker 3: ill to poor libations. Here justly, ay more than justly
• 29:04
  Speaker 3: on his corpse, who filled his home with curses as
• 29:06
  Speaker 3: with wine, and thus returned to drain the cup he filled.
• 29:10
  Speaker 2: I am avel at thy town's audacity to a thous
• 29:13
  Speaker 2: loudly or a husband slain.
• 29:16
  Speaker 3: Ye hold me as a woman weak of will, and
• 29:18
  Speaker 3: strive to sway me. But my heart is stout, nor
• 29:22
  Speaker 3: fears to speak its uttermost to you, albeit ye know
• 29:24
  Speaker 3: its message, praise or blame. Even as ye list, I
• 29:28
  Speaker 3: reck not of your words. Lo At my feet lies
• 29:31
  Speaker 3: Agamemnon slain my husband once, and him this hand of mine,
• 29:36
  Speaker 3: a right contriver fashioned for his death. Behold the deed woman,
• 29:41
  Speaker 3: What deadly birth?
• 29:43
  Speaker 2: What venomnescence of the earth, will dark distillment of the
• 29:47
  Speaker 2: wave till thee such passion gave nerving thine hand to
• 29:52
  Speaker 2: set upon thy brow this burning crown. The curses of
• 29:56
  Speaker 2: thy land, our king, by thee cut off hewn, go
• 30:01
  Speaker 2: forth they cry, accursed and forlorn, to hate and scorn.
• 30:07
  Speaker 3: Oh, ye, just men who speak my sentence. Now the
• 30:09
  Speaker 3: cities hate the ban of all my realm. Ye had
• 30:13
  Speaker 3: no voice of old to launch such doom on him,
• 30:16
  Speaker 3: my husband, when he held as light my daughter's life
• 30:19
  Speaker 3: as that of sheep or goat. One victim from the
• 30:22
  Speaker 3: thronging fleecy, fold yea slew and sacrifice his child and
• 30:27
  Speaker 3: mine the well loved issue of my travail pangs to
• 30:30
  Speaker 3: lull and lay the gales that blew from thrace that
• 30:34
  Speaker 3: deed of his. I say that stain and shame had
• 30:37
  Speaker 3: rightly be atoned by banishment. But ye, who then were dumb,
• 30:41
  Speaker 3: are stern to judge this deed of mine, that doth
• 30:43
  Speaker 3: affront your ears, storm out your threats, yet knowing this
• 30:46
  Speaker 3: forsooth that I am ready if your hand prevail as
• 30:49
  Speaker 3: mine now doth to bow beneath your sway. If God
• 30:53
  Speaker 3: say nay, it shall be yours to learn by chastisement,
• 30:56
  Speaker 3: a late humility.
• 30:58
  Speaker 2: Bold asy craft thy confidence. I vaunting loud, Thy soul
• 31:04
  Speaker 2: that chose a murders's fate is always bloody, late, maddened
• 31:09
  Speaker 2: to know the blood not yet arranged, the damned spot
• 31:13
  Speaker 2: crimson upon thy brow. But fate prepares thee for thy lot,
• 31:18
  Speaker 2: smitten as out its smite, without a friend to meet
• 31:21
  Speaker 2: thine end.
• 31:23
  Speaker 3: Here then the sanction of the oath. I swear by
• 31:25
  Speaker 3: the great vengeance for my murdered child, by Atae, by
• 31:29
  Speaker 3: the fury unto whom this man lies sacrificed by hand
• 31:32
  Speaker 3: of mine. I do not look to tread the hall
• 31:34
  Speaker 3: of fear, while in this hearth and home of mind
• 31:37
  Speaker 3: there burns the light of love. I just this as
• 31:39
  Speaker 3: of old loyal, a stalwart shield of confidence, as true
• 31:43
  Speaker 3: to me as this slain man was false, wronging his
• 31:46
  Speaker 3: wife with paramours at Troy, fresh from the kiss of
• 31:49
  Speaker 3: each Crusaeus. There behold him dead, Behold his captive prize
• 31:54
  Speaker 3: Cirrus and Harlot, comfort of his bed, True prophetess, true paramour.
• 31:59
  Speaker 3: I want the sea bench was not closer to the
• 32:01
  Speaker 3: flesh full oft of every rower than was she. See
• 32:06
  Speaker 3: ill they did, and ill requites them now his death,
• 32:09
  Speaker 3: YE know she as a dying swan sang her last
• 32:12
  Speaker 3: dirge and lies as ere she lay close to his side,
• 32:16
  Speaker 3: and to my couch, has left a sweet new taste
• 32:18
  Speaker 3: of joys that know no fear, ah woe, and well.
• 32:22
  Speaker 2: A day I would that fate, not bearing angery too great,
• 32:27
  Speaker 2: nor stretching me too long on couch of pain, would
• 32:30
  Speaker 2: bid mine eyelids, keep the morningless and on awakening sleep.
• 32:35
  Speaker 2: But life is weary. Now My lord is slain, the
• 32:38
  Speaker 2: gracious among kings, hard fate of old he bore and
• 32:43
  Speaker 2: many grievous things, And for a woman's sake on Ilien land.
• 32:48
  Speaker 2: Now is his life hewn down, and by a woman's hand.
• 32:52
  Speaker 2: Oh Helen, Oh infatuate soul who beds the tides of
• 32:57
  Speaker 2: battle roll overwhelming thousands, life on life neath Ilian's wall,
• 33:03
  Speaker 2: and now lies dead. The lord of all, the blossom
• 33:07
  Speaker 2: of thy storied sin bears blood's inexpiable stain. Hold thou
• 33:13
  Speaker 2: the earst these halls, within wort, unto all a rock
• 33:17
  Speaker 2: of strife, a husband's bane.
• 33:20
  Speaker 11: Peace.
• 33:21
  Speaker 3: Pray not thou for death, as though thine heart was
• 33:23
  Speaker 3: whelmed beneath this woe. Nor turn thy wrath aside to
• 33:26
  Speaker 3: ban the name of Helen, nor recall how she one
• 33:29
  Speaker 3: bane of many, a man sent down to death, the
• 33:32
  Speaker 3: den and lords to sleep at Troy, the sleep of
• 33:35
  Speaker 3: swords and rot. The woe that shattered all.
• 33:38
  Speaker 2: Fiend of the race, that swoops fell upon the double
• 33:41
  Speaker 2: stalk of Tantalus, lording it on me by a woman's will, stern,
• 33:46
  Speaker 2: manful and imperious, A bitter sway to me, thy very form,
• 33:52
  Speaker 2: I see, like some grim raven, perched upon the slain,
• 33:56
  Speaker 2: exulting all the crime aloud in tunuless strain.
• 34:00
  Speaker 3: Right was that word Thou namest well, the brooding race
• 34:03
  Speaker 3: fiend triply fell from him. It is that murder's thirst,
• 34:07
  Speaker 3: blood lapping inwardly, is nursed. Ere time the ancient scark,
• 34:11
  Speaker 3: insane new blood comes welling forth again.
• 34:15
  Speaker 2: Green is his wrath, and heavy on our home, that
• 34:18
  Speaker 2: fiend of whom thy voice has cried alas a moment,
• 34:22
  Speaker 2: cry of woe, unsatisfied, an all devouring doom, Oh woe,
• 34:28
  Speaker 2: ah Zeus, from Zeus, all things before Zeus, the high
• 34:33
  Speaker 2: cause and finishing all. Lord Thou mortal states by him
• 34:38
  Speaker 2: our wild, all things by him fulfilled. Yet love, my king,
• 34:44
  Speaker 2: my king, no more what words to say? What tears
• 34:48
  Speaker 2: the poor can tell my love for thee. The spinal
• 34:52
  Speaker 2: wave of treachery she wove and wound thy life around
• 34:57
  Speaker 2: and blow I see thee lie and impious wound, poundfu
• 35:03
  Speaker 2: thy life and die. A death of shame, a woe
• 35:07
  Speaker 2: on woe, a treacherous hand, A cleaning.
• 35:10
  Speaker 3: Blow my guilt, Thou, harpest or in oarr I bid
• 35:14
  Speaker 3: THEE reckon me no more as Agamemnon's spouse, the old
• 35:18
  Speaker 3: avenger stern of mood for Atreus and his feast of blood.
• 35:22
  Speaker 3: Hath struck the lord of Atreus's house, and in the
• 35:25
  Speaker 3: semblance of his wife, the king, hath slain yea for
• 35:28
  Speaker 3: the murdered children's life A chieftains in requital tayan.
• 35:33
  Speaker 2: Thou guiltfuls of this murder, Thou who darest such a
• 35:37
  Speaker 2: thought of thou? Yet it may be prathful apparent's deed.
• 35:41
  Speaker 2: The fiend hath holpen thee to slay the sun dark
• 35:45
  Speaker 2: eas god of death is praying all through streams of
• 35:49
  Speaker 2: blood by a kindred shed, exacting the accounts for children dead,
• 35:55
  Speaker 2: for tufty blood, for flesh on which their side feed.
• 36:00
  Speaker 2: In all my king, my king, no more, what words
• 36:04
  Speaker 2: to say? What tears of Paul can tell my love
• 36:07
  Speaker 2: for thee. The spider web of treachery, you woe and
• 36:11
  Speaker 2: wound thy life around, And lo I see thee lie
• 36:15
  Speaker 2: and throw a cowardympious wound, and forth thy life and
• 36:20
  Speaker 2: die a death of shame, Ah, woe on woe, a
• 36:25
  Speaker 2: treacherous hand, a cleaving blow.
• 36:28
  Speaker 3: I deem not that the death he died had overmuch
• 36:31
  Speaker 3: of shame. For this was he who did provide foul
• 36:33
  Speaker 3: wrong unto his house, and name his daughter blossom of
• 36:37
  Speaker 3: my womb. He gave unto a deadly doom Iphigenia, child
• 36:41
  Speaker 3: of tears. And as he wrought, even so he fares
• 36:44
  Speaker 3: nor be his wont too loud in hell. For by
• 36:47
  Speaker 3: the sword his sin he wrought, and by the sword
• 36:49
  Speaker 3: himself is brought among the dead to dwell.
• 36:52
  Speaker 2: Now whither shall I flye? For all in ruin sinks
• 36:56
  Speaker 2: the kingly hall. Nor swift device, nor shift of thought
• 37:00
  Speaker 2: have I to escape its fall. A little while the
• 37:04
  Speaker 2: gentler rain drops fail, Thy stand distraught a ghastly interval,
• 37:09
  Speaker 2: till on the roof tree rings the bursting hail of
• 37:13
  Speaker 2: blood and doom. Even now fate wets the steel of
• 37:17
  Speaker 2: whetstones new and deadlier than of old. The steel that
• 37:22
  Speaker 2: smites in justice, It hold another death to deal o
• 37:26
  Speaker 2: earth that I had lain at rest and lapp'd for
• 37:30
  Speaker 2: ever in thy breast ere I had seen my chieftain
• 37:34
  Speaker 2: fall within the labour's silver wall, low lying on dishonor'd beer.
• 37:39
  Speaker 2: And who shall give him sepulcher, And who the wail
• 37:43
  Speaker 2: of sorrow, poor woman, tis thine no more a graceless
• 37:48
  Speaker 2: gift unto his shade, such tribute by his murderer's paid strive,
• 37:54
  Speaker 2: not thus wrongly to atone the impious deed thy hand
• 37:58
  Speaker 2: hath done. And who, above the godlike chief shall weep
• 38:02
  Speaker 2: the tears of loyal grief, Who speak above his lowly
• 38:06
  Speaker 2: grave the last sad praises of the brave.
• 38:10
  Speaker 3: Peace, For such task is none of thine. By me?
• 38:14
  Speaker 3: He fell, by me he died, and now his burial
• 38:17
  Speaker 3: rights be mine. Yet from these halls, no mourner's train
• 38:21
  Speaker 3: shall celebrate his obsequious Only by a karen's rolling tide.
• 38:25
  Speaker 3: His child shall spring unto his side, and in a
• 38:28
  Speaker 3: daughter's loving wise shall clasp and kiss him once again.
• 38:32
  Speaker 2: Lo sin by sin and sorrow, dogged by sorrow. And
• 38:37
  Speaker 2: who the end can know. The slayer of today shall
• 38:40
  Speaker 2: die tomorrow. The weight of wrong is woe, while time
• 38:45
  Speaker 2: shall be. While Zeus in heaven is lord, His law
• 38:49
  Speaker 2: is fixed, and stern on him that wrought, shall vengeance
• 38:54
  Speaker 2: be out poured. The tides of doom return the children
• 38:58
  Speaker 2: of the curse of by within these holes of high estate,
• 39:03
  Speaker 2: a non conrench from off the home of sin, the
• 39:06
  Speaker 2: cringing grasp.
• 39:07
  Speaker 3: Of fate now walks thy word aright to tell this
• 39:11
  Speaker 3: ancient truth of oracle. But I, with vows of sooth,
• 39:14
  Speaker 3: will pray to him the power that holdeth sway or
• 39:17
  Speaker 3: all the race of Pleisthenes. Though dark the deed and
• 39:20
  Speaker 3: deep the guilt. With this last blood my hands have spilt,
• 39:24
  Speaker 3: I pray thee let thine anger cease. I pray thee
• 39:27
  Speaker 3: pass from us away to some new race in other lands. There,
• 39:30
  Speaker 3: if thou wilt to wrong and slay the lives of
• 39:33
  Speaker 3: men by kindred hands, for me tis all sufficient meed,
• 39:38
  Speaker 3: though little wealth or power were won, So I can say,
• 39:41
  Speaker 3: tis past and done. The bloody lust and murderous the
• 39:44
  Speaker 3: inborn frenzy of our house is ended by my deed.
• 39:49
  Speaker 1: Aegisthus enters dawn of the day of rightful vengeance.
• 39:54
  Speaker 8: Hail, I dare at length the verd that gods above
• 39:59
  Speaker 8: have ca of men and heed of earthly wrongs. I
• 40:05
  Speaker 8: I who stand and thus exult to see this man
• 40:08
  Speaker 8: lie wound in robes the furies wove slain in requital
• 40:13
  Speaker 8: of his father's craft. Take ye the truth that Atrius,
• 40:19
  Speaker 8: this man's sire, the lord and monarch of this land
• 40:22
  Speaker 8: of old, held with my sire Thaist's deep dispute brother
• 40:27
  Speaker 8: with brother for the prize of sway, and drave him
• 40:33
  Speaker 8: from his home to banishment. Thereafter the lorn exile homeward
• 40:40
  Speaker 8: stole and clung a suppliant to the hearth divine, and
• 40:44
  Speaker 8: for himself won this immunity, not with his own blood
• 40:49
  Speaker 8: to defile the land that gave him birth. But Atrius, godless,
• 40:56
  Speaker 8: sire of him who here lies dead, this welcome pland
• 41:01
  Speaker 8: with zeal that was not love, he feigned to hold
• 41:05
  Speaker 8: in loyal joy a day of festal cheer and bad
• 41:09
  Speaker 8: my father to his board, and set before him flush
• 41:12
  Speaker 8: that was his children. Once first, sitting at the upper
• 41:17
  Speaker 8: board alone, he hid the fingers at the feet, but
• 41:21
  Speaker 8: gave the rest and readily Thyiastes took what to his
• 41:26
  Speaker 8: ignorance no semblance, wore of human flesh, and ate behold
• 41:34
  Speaker 8: what curse that eating brought upon our race and name.
• 41:39
  Speaker 8: For when he knew what all unhallowed thing, he thus
• 41:43
  Speaker 8: had wrought with horror's bitter cry back starting spewing forth
• 41:48
  Speaker 8: the fragment's foul on Pelop's house. A deadly curse, he spake,
• 41:54
  Speaker 8: as darkly as I spurned this damned food. So perish
• 41:58
  Speaker 8: all the race of Pleius thies. Thus by that curse
• 42:03
  Speaker 8: fell he whom here ye see, and I who else
• 42:08
  Speaker 8: this murder wove and planned for me, an infant, yet
• 42:13
  Speaker 8: in swaddling bands of the three children, youngest atreyas sent
• 42:20
  Speaker 8: to banishment by my sad father's side. But justice brought
• 42:25
  Speaker 8: me home once more, grown now to manhood's years, and stronger.
• 42:30
  Speaker 8: Though I was, my right hand reached into the chieftain's life,
• 42:35
  Speaker 8: plotting and planning all that malice, bad and death itself
• 42:40
  Speaker 8: for honor to me now beholding him in justice, ambush taine.
• 42:46
  Speaker 2: It is insolence of thine, the vaults itself evil. Take
• 42:51
  Speaker 2: my scorn of thine own, will thou sayest thou hast
• 42:55
  Speaker 2: slain the chieftain by thine own devised the pity of death.
• 43:01
  Speaker 2: I read the well died. Not thy head shall escape
• 43:05
  Speaker 2: when right prevails. The people's band the stones of death
• 43:09
  Speaker 2: and doom.
• 43:11
  Speaker 8: This word from thee, This word from one who rows
• 43:15
  Speaker 8: low at the oars belief, what time we rule we
• 43:19
  Speaker 8: of the upper tier. Thou'lt know alon tis bitter to
• 43:24
  Speaker 8: be taught again in age by one so young. Submission
• 43:27
  Speaker 8: at the word, But iron of the chain and hunger's
• 43:32
  Speaker 8: throws can minister under an o'er swollen pride, marvelous well ay,
• 43:38
  Speaker 8: even in the old hast eyes and ceased. Not this
• 43:43
  Speaker 8: peace kick not thus against the pricks, unto thy proper pain.
• 43:49
  Speaker 2: Thou womanish man, wait until warned, cease home, watcher, and
• 43:54
  Speaker 2: defile the couch, an arch, devisor of the chieftain's doom.
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  Speaker 8: Bold word words again, but they shall end in tears
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  Speaker 8: the very converse Thy of orpheus tongue. He roused and
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  Speaker 8: led in ecstasy of joy, all things that heard his
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  Speaker 8: voice melodious. But thou, as with the futile cry of curs,
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  Speaker 8: wilt draw and wrathfully upon thee. Peace or strong subjection
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  Speaker 8: soon shall tame thy tongue.
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  Speaker 2: Ay, thou art wont to hold them out, drive down
• 44:29
  Speaker 2: thout skill to plan the murder of the king, but
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  Speaker 2: not with thine own hand to smite the blow.
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  Speaker 8: That fraudful force was woman's very part, not mine, whom
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  Speaker 8: deep suspicion from of old would have debarred now by
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  Speaker 8: his treasure's aid. My purpose holds to rule the citizens.
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  Speaker 8: But whoso will not bear my guiding hand him for
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  Speaker 8: his corn fed battle, I will drive not as a
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  Speaker 8: trace horse light comparisoned, but to the shafts with heaviest
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  Speaker 8: harness bound famine. The grim mate of the dungeon dark
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  Speaker 8: shall look on him and shall behold him.
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  Speaker 2: Tame thou knowst soul was then thy strength too slight
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  Speaker 2: to deal in murder. While the woman's hand staining and
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  Speaker 2: shaming August and its gods availed to slay him, if
• 45:25
  Speaker 2: anywhere the light of life might let him returning my
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  Speaker 2: Godian fate show down with false her paramole around her.
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  Speaker 8: How thy word and act shall issue, Thou shalt shoot
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  Speaker 8: thee understand up.
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  Speaker 2: To action, O. My corage for the fight is harm hand.
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  Speaker 2: Swift your right hands to the horta bear the weapon strife.
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  Speaker 8: Lo, I too am standing ready had not hilt for
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  Speaker 8: death or life.
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  Speaker 2: Tause thy word, and we accept it almost to the
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  Speaker 2: childs of war.
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  Speaker 3: Nay, enough enough, my champion, we will smite and slay
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  Speaker 3: no more. Already we have reaped enough the harvest field
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  Speaker 3: of guilt, enough of wrong and murder. Let no other
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  Speaker 3: blood be spilt, Peace old men, and pass away unto
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  Speaker 3: the homes by fate decreed. Lest ill valor meet our
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  Speaker 3: vengeance twas a necessary deed. But enough of toils and
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  Speaker 3: troubles be the end. If ever now ere thy talon
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  Speaker 3: o avenger deal another deadly blow. Tis a woman's word
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  Speaker 3: of warning. And let who will list there too.
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  Speaker 8: But that these should loose and lavish reckless blossoms of
• 46:38
  Speaker 8: the tug and the hazard of their fortune cast upon
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  Speaker 8: me words of wrong, and forget the law of subjects,
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  Speaker 8: and revile their ruler's word.
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  Speaker 2: Ruler, though tis not for our times. That's the oone,
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  Speaker 2: and that's the lord.
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  Speaker 8: I will follow to chastise thee in my coming days
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  Speaker 8: of sway.
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  Speaker 2: Not a fortune guy arrest on his way.
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  Speaker 8: Ah well, I know how exiles feed on hopes of
• 47:08
  Speaker 8: their return.
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  Speaker 2: Fair and battle on pollution of the right.
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  Speaker 8: While thou shalt pay be well assured heavy quittance for
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  Speaker 8: thy pride.
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  Speaker 2: Crowl strapped with her to watch thee like a cock.
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  Speaker 2: His mate beside.
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  Speaker 3: Heed not thou too highly of them. Let the cur
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  Speaker 3: pack growl and yell. I and thou will rule the
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  Speaker 3: palace and will order all things well.
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  Speaker 1: I'll exit. End of Agamemnon, end of Section two.