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AGAMEMNON
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The Oresteia
(collected edition)
AESCHYLUS
THE AGAMEMNON
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH RHYMING VERSE
WITH EXPLANATORY NOTES BY
GILBERT MURRAY
LL.D., D.LiTT.
REGIUS PROFESSOR OF GREEK IN THE
UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD
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PREFACE
The sense of difficulty, and indeed of awe, with which
a scholar approaches the task of translating the
Agamemnon depends directly on its greatness as poetry.
It is in part a matter of diction. The language of
Aeschylus is an extraordinary thing, the syntax stiff
and simple, the vocabulary obscure, unexpected, and
steeped in splendour. Its peculiarities cannot be dis-
regarded, or the translation will be false in character.
Yet not Milton himself could produce in English the
same great music, and a translator who should strive
ambitiously to represent the complex effect of the
original would clog his own powers of expression and
strain his instrument to breaking. But, apart from
the diction in this narrower sense, there is a quality
of atmosphere surrounding the Agamemnon which
seems almost to defy reproduction in another setting,
because it depends in large measure on the position
of the play in the historical development of Greek
literature.
If we accept the view that all Art to some extent,
and Greek tragedy in a very special degree, moves
in its course of development from Religion to Enter-
tainment, from a Service to a Performance, the
Agamemnon seems to stand at a critical point where
the balance of the two elements is near perfection.
The drama has come fullv to life, but the religion
has not yet failed to a formality. The Agamemnon
vu
995.^89
viii AESCHYLUS
is not, like Aeschylus' Suppliant IVomen^ a statue half-
hewn out of the rock. It is a real play, showing
clash of character and situation, suspense and move-
ment, psychological depth and subtlety. Yet it still
remains something more than a play. Its atmosphere
is not quite of this world. In the long lyrics especially
one feels that the guiding emotion is not the
entertainer's wish to thrill an audience, not even
perhaps the pure artist's wish to create beauty, but
something deeper and more prophetic, a passionate
contemplation and expression of truth ; though of
course the truth in question is something felt rather
than stated, something that pervades life, an eternal
and majestic rhythm like the movement of the stars.
Thus, if Longinus is right in defining Sublimity
as " the ring, or resonance, of greatness of soul," one
sees in part where the sublimity of the Agamemnon
comes from. And it is worth noting that the faults
which some critics have found in the play are in
harmony with this conclusion. For the sublimity
that is rooted in religion tolerates some faults and
utterly refuses to tolerate others. The Agamemnon
may be slow in getting to work ; it may be stiff with
antique conventions. It never approaches to being
cheap or insincere or shallow or sentimental or
showy. It never ceases to be genuinely a " criticism
of life." The theme which it treats, for instance, is a
great theme in its own right ; it is not a made-up
story ingeniously handled.
The trilogy of the Oresteia, of which this play
is the first part, centres on the old and everlastingly
unsolved problem of
The ancient blinded vengeance and the wrong that amendeth wrong.
PREFACE ix
Every wrong is justly punished ; yet, as the world
goes, every punishment becomes a new wrong, calling
for fresh vengeance. And more ; every wrong turns
out to be itself rooted in some wrong of old. It is
never gratuitous, never untempted by the working
of Peitho (Persuasion), never merely wicked. The
Oresteia first shows the cycle of crime punished by
crime which must be repunished, and then seeks for
some gleam of escape, some breaking of the endless
chain of "evil duty." In the old order of earth and
heaven there was no such escape. Each blow called
for the return blow and must do so ad infinitum. But,
according to Aeschylus, there is a new Ruler now in
heaven, one who has both sinned and suffered and
thereby grown wise. He is Zeus the Third Power,
Zeus the Saviour, and his gift to mankind is the ability
through suffering to Learn (pp. 7 f.)
At the opening of the Agamemnon we find Clytem-
nestra alienated from her husband and secretly
befriended with his ancestral enemy, Aigisthos. The
air is heavy and throbbing with hate ; hate which
is evil but has its due cause. Agamemnon, obeying
the prophet Calchas, when the fleet lay storm-bound
at Aulis, had given his own daughter, Iphigenia, as
a human sacrifice. And if we ask how a sane man
had consented to such an act, we are told of his gradual
temptation ; the deadly excuse offered by ancient
superstition ; and above all, the fact that he had
already inwardly accepted the great whole of which
this horror was a part. At the first outset of his
expedition against Troy there had appeared an omen,
the bloody sign of two eagles devouring a mother-hare
with her unborn young. . . . The question was thus
X AESCHYLUS
put to the Kings and their prophet : ^Did they or
did they not accept the sign, and wish to be those
Eagles? And they had answered Yes. They would
have their vengeance, their full and extreme victory,
and were ready to pay the price. The sign once
accepted, the prophet recoils from the consequences
which, in prophetic vision, he sees following there-
from : but the decision has been taken, and the long
tale of cruelty rolls on, culminating in the triumphant
sack of Troy, which itself becomes not an assertion
of Justice but a whirlwind of godless destruction.
And through all these doings of fierce beasts and angry
men the unseen Pity has been alive and watching, the
Artemis who "abhors the Eagles' feast," the "Apollo
or Pan or Zeus " who hears the crying of the robbed
vulture.; nay, if even the Gods were deaf, the mere
"wrong of the dead " at Troy might waken, groping
for some retribution upon the " Slayer of Many Men "
(pp. 15, 20).
If we ask why men are so blind, seeking their
welfare thus through incessant evil, Aeschylus will
tell us that the cause lies in the infection of old
sin, old cruelty. There is no doubt somewhere a
irpwTap^oQ "Arrj, a " first blind deed of wrong," but
in practice every wrong is the result of another. And
the Children of Atreus are steeped to the lips in them.
When the prophetess Cassandra, out of her first vague
horror at the evil House, begins to grope towards some
definite image, first and most haunting comes the
sound of the weeping of two little children, murdered
long ago, in a feud that was not theirs. From that
point, more than any other, the Daemon or Genius
of the House — more than its " Luck," a little less
PREFACE xi
than its Guardian An2;el — becomes an Alastor or
embodied Curse, a " Red Slaver " which cries ever
for peace and cleansing, but can seek them only in
the same blind way, through vengeance, and, when
that fails, then through more vengeance (p. 69).
This awful conception of a race intent upon its »/'^
own wrongs, and blindly groping towards the very
terror it is trying to avoid, is typified, as it were, in
the Cassandra story. That daughter of Priam was
beloved by Apollo, who gave her the power of true
prophecy. In some way that wc know not, she broke
her promise to the God ; and, since his gift could
not be recalled, he added to it the curse that, while she
should alwavs foresee and foretell the truth, none should -^
believe her. The Cassandra scene is a creation beyond
praise or criticism. The old scholiast speaks of the
"pity and amazement " which it causes. The Elders
who talk with her wish to believe, they try to under-
stand, they are really convinced of Cassandra's powers.
But the curse is too strong. The special thing which
Cassandra tries again and again to say always eludes
them, and they can raise no finger to prevent the
disaster happening. And when it does happen they
are, as they have described themselves, weak and very
old, " dreams wandering in the daylight."
The characters of this play seem, in a sense, to arise
out of the theme and consequently to have, amid all
their dramatic solidity, a further significance which
is almost symbolic. Cassandra is, as it were, the
incarnation of that knowledge which Herodotus
describes as the crown of sorrow, the knowledge 1'
which sees and warns and cannot help (Hdt. ix. 16).
Agamemnon himself, the King of Kings, triumphant
xii AESCHYLUS
and doomed, is a symbol of pride and the fall of pride
We must not think of him as bad or specially cruel.
The watchman loved him (11. 34 f.), and the lamenta-
tions of the Elders over his death have a note of
personal affection (pp. 66 ff. ). But I suspect that
Aeschylus, a believer in the mystic meaning of names,
took the name Agamemnon to be a warning that
"Aya fxifivu^ " the unseen Wrath abides." ^g^t of
course, is not exactly wrath ; it is more like Nemesis,
the feeling that something is ayav, " too much," the
condemnation of Hubris (pride or overgrowth) and of
all things that are in excess. Agd is sometimes called
" the jealousy of God," but such a translation is not
happy. It is not the jealousy, nor even the indignation,
of a personal God, but the profound repudiation and
reversal of Hubris which is the very law of the Cosmos.
Through all the triumph of the conqueror, this Jgd
abides.
The greatest and most human character of the
whole play is Clytemnestra. She is conceived on
the grand Aeschylean scale, a scale which makes even
Lady Macbeth and Beatrice Cenci seem small ; she
is more the kinswoman of Brynhild. Yet she is full
not only of character, but of subtle psychology. She
is the first and leading example of that time-honoured
ornament of the tragic stage, the sympathetic, or
semi-sympathetic, heroine-criminal. Aeschylus em-
ploys none of the devices of later playwrights to make
her interesting. He admits, of course, no approach
to a love-scene ; he uses no sophisms ; but he does
make us see through Clytemnestra's eyes and teel
through her passions. The agony of silent prayer
in which, if my conception is right, we first see her,
PREFACE xiii
helps to interpret her speeches when they come ; but
every speech needs close study. She dare not speak
sincerely or show her real feelings until Agamemnon
is dead ; and then she is practically a mad woman.
For I think here that there is a point which has
not been observed. It is that Clytemnestra is con-
ceived as being really "possessed" by the Daemon
of the House when she commits her crime. Her
statements on p. 69 are not empty metaphor. A
careful study of the scene after the murder will show
c^that she appears first "possessed" and almos^ insane
with triumph, utterly dominating the Elders and
leaving them no power to answer. Then gradually
the unnatural force dies out from her. The deed »
that was first an ecstasy of delight becomes an |
"affliction" (pp. 72, 76). The strength that defied ; ^
the world flags and changes into a longing for peace.
She has done her work. She has purified the House
of its madness ; now let her go away and live out her
life in quiet. When Aigisthos appears, and the scene
suddenly becomes filled with the wrangling of common
men, Clytemnestra fades into a long silence, from
which she only emerges at the very end of the drama
to prav again for Peace, and, strangest of all, to utter
the entreaty : " Let us not stain ourselves with blood !"
The splash of her husband's blood was visible on her
face at the time. Had she in her trance-like state
actually forgotten, or did she, even then, not feel that
particular blood to be a stain ?
To some readers it will seem a sort of irrelevance,
or at least a blurring of the dramatic edge of this
tragedy, to observe that the theme on which it is
founded was itself the central theme both of Greek
xiv AESCHYLUS
Tragedy and of Greek Religion. The fall of Pride,
the avenging of wrong by wrong, is no new subject
selected by Aeschylus. It forms both the commonest
burden of the moralising lyrics in Greek tragedy and
even of the tragic myths themselves ; and recent writers
have shown how the same idea touches the very heart
of the traditional Greek religion. "The life of the
Year-Daemon, who lies at the root of so many
Greek gods and heroes, is normally a story of Pride
and Punishment. Each year arrives, waxes great,
commits the sin of Hubris and must therefore die.
It is the way of all Life. As an early philosopher
expresses it, " All things pay retribution for their
injustice one to another according to the ordinance
of Time." ^
To me this consideration actually increases the
interest and beauty of the Oresteia^ because it increases
its greatness. The majestic art, the creative genius,
the instinctive eloquence of these plays — that eloquence
which is the mere despair of a translator — are all
devoted to the expression of something which Aeschylus
felt to be of tremendous import. It was not his dis-
covery ; but it was a truth of which he had an intense
realization. It had become something which he must
with all his strength bring to expression before he
died, not in a spirit of self-assertion or of argument, like
a discoverer, but as one devoted to something higher
and greater than himself, in the spirit of an interpreter
or prophet.
* See my Four Stagn of Greek Religion, p. 47. Cornford, From
Religion to Philoiophy^ Chapter I. See also the fine pages on the
Agamemnon in the same writer's Thucydida Mythistoricus^ pp. 144, ff,
(E. Arnold 1907).
G. M.
AGAMEMNON
CHARACTERS IN THE PLAY
Agamemnon, son of Atreus and King of Argos and Mycenae;
Commander-in-Chief of the Greek armies in the War against
Troy.
Clytemnkstra, daughter of Tyndareiis, sister of Helen ; wife to
Agamemnon.
AlGlSTHOS, son of Thyestes, cousin and blood-enemy to Agamemnon,
lover to Clytevmestra.
Cassandra, daughter of Priam, King of Troy, a prophetess ; now
slave to Agamemnon.
A Watchman,
A Herald.
Chorus of Argive Elders, faithful to Agamemnon.
CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THE
PLAY
Menelaus, brother to Agamemnon, husband of Helen, and Kin^
of Sparta. The two sons of Atreus are called the Atreidae.
Helen, most beautiful of women; daughter of Tyndarcus, wife to
Menelaus ; beloved and carried off by Paris.
Paris, son of Priam, King of Troy, lover of Helen. Also called
Alexander.
Pria.m, the aged King of Troy.
The Greeks are also referred to as Achaians, Argives, Danaans ;
Troy is also called Ilion.
The play was produced in the archonship of Philocles (458 B.C.).
The first prize was won by Aeschylus with the ^^ Agamemnon.,''''
^* Libation-^Bearers,^^ '■'■ Eumenides,'' and the Satyr Play
'* Proteus:'
vv. 1-17.
THE AGAMEMNON
The Scene represents a space in front of the Palace of
Agaynemnon in Argos^ with an Altar of Zeus in
the centre and ?natiy other altars at the sides.
On a high terrace of the roof stands a Watchman.
It is night.
Watchman.
This waste of year-long vigil I have prayed
God for some respite, watching elbow-stayed,
As sleuthhounds watch, above the Atreidae's hall,
Till well I know yon midnight festival
Of swarming stars, and them that lonely go,
Bearers to man of summer and of snow,
Great lords and shining, throned in heavenly fire.
And still I await the sign, the beacon pyre
That bears Troy's capture on a voice of flame
Shouting o'erseas. So surely to her aim
Cleaveth a woman's heart, man-passioned !
And when I turn me to my bed — my bed
Dew-drenched and dark and stumbling, to which near
Cometh no dream nor sleep, but alway Fear
Breathes round it, warning, lest an eye once fain
To close may close too well to wake again ;
Think I perchance to sing or troll a tune
For medicine against sleep, the music soon
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2 AESCHYLUS vv. 18-39.
Changes sO sighing for the tale untold
Of this house, hot well mastered as of old.
; Hovv.btit, may God yet send us rest, and light
The flame of good news flashed across the night.
\_He is silent^ watching. Suddenly at a distance in
the night there is a glimmer of Jire^ increasing
presently to a blaze.
Ha!
0 kindler of the dark, O daylight birth
Of dawn and dancing upon Argive earth
For this great end ! All hail ! — What ho, within !
What ho ! Bear word to Agamenon's queen
To rise, like dawn, and lift in answer strong
To this glad lamp her women's triumph-song,
If verily, verily, Ilion's citadel
Is fallen, as yon beacons flaming tell.
And I myself will tread the dance before
All others ; for my master's dice I score
Good, and mine own to-night three sixes plain.
[^Lights begin to show in the Palace,
Oh, good or ill, my hand shall clasp again
My dear lord's hand, returning ! Beyond that
1 speak not. A great ox hath laid his weight
Across my tongue. But these stone walls know well,
If stones had speech, what tale were theirs to tell.
For me, to him that knowcth I can yet
Speak ; if another questions I forget.
\^Exit into the Palace. The women s " Ololuge^^
or triumph-cry^ is heard within and then
repeated again and again further off in
the City, Handmaids and Attendants come
vv. 40-61. AGAMEMNON 3
from the Palace^ bearing torches^ with which
they kindle incense on the a/tars. Among them
comes Clytemnestra, who throws herself
on her knees at the central Altar in an agony
of prayer.
Presently from the further side of the open
space appear the Chorus of Elders and move
gradually into position in front of the Palace,
The day begins to dawn.
Chorus.
Ten years since Ilion's righteous foes,
The Atreidae strong,
Menelaiis and eke Agamemnon arose,
Two thrones, two sceptres, yoked of God ;
And a thousand galleys of Argos trod
The seas for the righting of wrong ;
And wrath of battle about them cried,
As vultures cry.
Whose nest is plundered, and up they fly
In anguish lonely, eddying wide,
Great wings like oars in the waste of sky.
Their task gone from them, no more to keep
Watch o'er the vulture babes asleep.
But One there is who heareth on high
Some Pan or Zeus, some lost Apollo —
That keen bird-throated suffering cry
Of the stranger wronged in God's own sky ;
And sendeth down, for the law transgressed,
The Wrath of the Feet that follow.
So Zeus the Watcher of Friend and Friend,
Zeus who Prevaileth, in after quest
4 AESCHYLUS vv. 62-88.
For One Beloved by Many Men
On Paris sent the Atreidae twain ;
Yea, sent him dances before the end
For his bridal cheer,
Wrestlings heavy and limbs forespent
For Greek and Trojan, the knee earth-bent.
The bloody dust and the broken spear.
He know^eth, that which is here is here,
And that which Shall Be followeth near ;
He seeketh God with a great desire.
He heaps his gifts, he essays his pyre
With torch below and with oil above,
With tears, but never the wrath shall move
Of the Altar cold that rejects his fire.
We saw the Avengers go that day,
And they left us here ; for our flesh is old
And serveth not ; and these staves uphold
A strength like the strength of a child at play.
For the sap that springs in the young man's hand
And the valour of age, they have left the land.
And the passing old, while the dead leaf blows
And the old staff gropeth his three-foot way,
Weak as a babe and alone he goes,
A dream left wandering in the day.
\_Co}n'ing near the Central Altar they see Ci-Y-
TEMNESTRA, who IS Still rapt in prayer.
But thou, O daughter of Tyndareus,
Oueen Clytemnestra, what need ? What news ?
What tale or tiding hath stirred thy mood
To send forth word upon all our ways
For incensed worship ? Of every god
vv. 89-110. AGAMEMNON 5
That guards the city, the deep, the high,
Gods of the mart, gods of the sky,
The altars blaze.
One here, one there,
To the skyey night the firebrands flare.
Drunk with the soft and guileless spell
Of balm of kings from the inmost cell.
Tell, O Queen, and reject us not,
AH that can or that may be told,
And healer be to this aching thought.
Which one time hovereth, evil-cold.
And then from the fires thou kindlest
Will Hope be kindled, and hungry Care
Fall back for a little while, nor tear
The heart that beateth below my breast.
[Clytemnestra rises silently, as though unconscious
of their presence, and goes into the House, The
Chorus take position and begin their first
Stasimon, or Standing-song.
Chorus.
{The sign seen on the way ; Eagles tearing a hare
with young.)
It is ours to tell of the Sign of the War-way given,
To men more strong,
(For a life that is kin unto ours yet breathes from
heaven
A spell, a Strength of Song :)
How the twin-throned Might of Achaia, one Crown
divided
Above all Greeks that are,
6 AESCHYLUS vv. 111-121.
With avenging hand and spear upon Troy was guided
By the Bird of War.
'Twas a King among birds to each of the Kings of
the Sea,
One Eagle black, one black but of fire-white tail.
By the House, on the Spear-hand, in station that all
might see ;
And they tore a hare, and the life in her womb that
grew,
Yea, the life unlived and the races unrun they
slew.
Sorrow^ sing sorrow : but good prevail, prevail /
{How Calchas read the sign ; his Vision of the Future. )
And the War-seer wise, as he looked on the Atreid
Yoke
Twain-tempered, knew
Those fierce hare-renders the lords of his host ; and
spoke,
Reading the omen true.
" At the last, the last, this Hunt hunteth IHon down,
Yea, and before the wall
Violent division the fulness of land and town
Shall waste withal ;
If only God's eye gloom not against our gates,
And the great War-curb of Troy, fore-smitten,
fail.
For Pity lives, and those winged Hounds she hates,
Which tore in the Trembler's body the unborn
beast.
And Artemis abhorreth the eagles' feast."
SorroWy sing sorrow : but good prevail, prevail 1
vv. 1 22-1 64. AGAMEMNON 7
[He prays to Artemis to grant the fulfilment of the Sign,
but, as his vision increases, he is afraid and calls on
Paian, the Healer, to hold her back.)
« Thou beautiful One, thou tender lover
Of the dewy breath of the Lion's child ;
Thou the delight, through den and cover,
Of the young life at the breast of the wild,
Yet, oh, fulfill,"fulfill The sign of the Eagles' Kill !
Be the vision accepted, albeit horrible. . . .
But I-e, I-e ! Stay her, O Paian, stay !
For lo, upon other evil her heart she setteth,
Long wastes of wind, held ship and unventured sea,
On, on, till another Shedding of Blood be wrought :
They kill but feast not; they pray not; the law
is broken ;
Strife in the flesh, and the bride she obeyeth not.
And beyond, beyond, there abideth in wrath re-
' awoken —
It plotteth, it haunteth the house, yea, it never for-
getteth —
Wrath fora child to be."
So Calchas, reading the wayside eagles' sign.
Spake to the Kings, blessings and words of bale ;
And like his song be thine,
Sorrow, sing sorrow : but good prevail, prevail I
{Such religion belongs to old and barbarous gods, and brings
no peace. I turn to Zeus, who has shown man how
to Learn by Suffering.)
Zeus ! Zeus, whate'er He be.
If this name He love to hear
This He shall be called of me.
Searching earth and sea and air
8 AESCHYLUS vv. 165-1 8S
Refuge nowhere can I find
Save Him only, if my mind
Will cast off before it die
The burden of this vanity.
One there was who reigned of old,
Big with wrath to brave and blast,
Lo, his name is no more told !
And who followed met at last
His Third-thrower, and is gone.
Only they whose hearts have known
Zeus, the Conqueror and the Friend,
They shall win their vision's end ;
Zeus the Guide, who made man turn
Thought-ward, Zeus, who did ordain
Man by Suffering shall Learn,
So the heart of him, again
Aching with remembered pain.
Bleeds and sleepeth not, until
Wisdom comes against his will,
*Tis the gift of One by strife
Lifted to the throne of life.
(Agamemnon accepted the sign. Then came long delay,
and storm while the Jleet lay at Aulis.')
So that day the Elder Lord,
Marshal of the Achaian ships.
Strove not with the prophet's word,
Bowed him to his fate's eclipse.
When with empty jars and lips
vv. 189-215. AGAMEMNON 9
Parched and seas impassable
Fate on that Greek army fell,
Fronting Chalcis as it lay,
By Aulis in the swirling bay.
{Till at last Calchas answered that Artemis was wroth
and demanded the death ^/Agamemnon's daughter.
The King s doubt and grief .)
And winds, winds blew from Strymon River,
Unharboured, starving, winds of waste endeavour,
Man-blinding, pitiless to cord and bulwark,
And the waste of days was made long, more long,
Till the flower of Argos was aghast and withered ;
Then through the storm rose the War-seer's song,
And told of medicine that should tame the tempest.
But bow the Princes to a direr wrong.
Then " Artemis " he whispered, he named the name ;
And the brother Kings they shook in the hearts of
them.
And smote on the earth their staves, and the tears
came.
But the King, the elder, hath found voice and
spoken :
« A heavy doom, sure, if God's will were broken ;
But to slay mine own child, who my house delighteth.
Is that not heavy ? That her blood should flow
On her father's hand, hard beside an altar ?
My path is sorrow wheresoe'er I go.
Shall Agamemnon fail his ships and people.
And the hosts of Hellas melt as melts the snow ?
They cry, they thirst, for a death that shall break
the spell,
10 AESCHYLUS vv. 216-241.
For a Virgin's blood : 'tis a rite of old, men tell.
And they burn with longing. — O God may the end
be well ! "
(But ambition drove him^ till he consented to the sin oj
slaying his daughter^ Iphigenia^ as a sacrifice,)
To the yoke of Must-Be he bowed him slowly,
And a strange wind within-his bosom tossed,
A wind of dark thought, unclean, unholy ;
And he rose up, daring to the uttermost.
For men are boldened by a Blindness, straying
Toward base desire, which brings grief hereafter,
Yea, and itself is grief ;
So this man hardened to his own child's slaying,
As help to avenge him for a woman's laughter
P^ And bring his ships relief !
Her " Father, Father," her sad cry that lingered,
Her virgin heart's breath they held all as naught,
\ Those bronze-clad witnesses and battle-hungered ;
And there they prayed, and when the prayer was
wrought
He charged the young men to uplift and bind her,
1 As ye lift a wild kid, high above the altar.
Fierce-huddling forward, fallen, clinging sore
To the robe that wrapt her ; yea, he bids them hinder
The sweet mouth's utterance, the cries that falter,
— His curse for evermore ! —
r
With violence and a curb's voiceless wrath.
Her stole of saffron then to the ground she threw,
And her eye with an arrow of pity found its path
To each man's heart that slew :
vv. 242-267. AGAMEMNON 11
A face in a picture, striving amazedly ;
The little maid who danced at her father's board,
The innocent voice man's love came never nigh.
Who joined to his her little paean-cry
When the third cup was poured. . . .
What came thereafter I saw not_neither tell.
But the craft of Calchas failed not. — 'Tis written. He
Who Suffereth Shall Learn ; the law holdeth well.
And that which is to be,
Ye will know at last ; why weep before the hour ?
For come it shall, as out of darkness dawn.
Only may good from all this evil flower ;
So prays this Heart of Argos, this frail tower
Guarding the land alone.
[Js they cease, Clytemnestra comes from the
Palace with Attendants. She has finished her
prayer and sacrifice, and is now wrought up
to face the meeting with her husband. The
Leader approaches her.
Leader.
Before thy state, O Queen, I bow mine eyes.
'Tis written, when the man's throne empty lies.
The woman shall be honoured. — Hast thou heard
Some tiding sure ? Or is it Hope, hath stirred
To fire these altars ? Dearly though we seek
To learn, 'tis thine to speak or not to speak.
Clytemnestra.
Glad-voiced, the old saw telleth, comes this morn.
The Star-child of a dancing midnight born.
And beareth to thine ear a word of joy
Beyond all hope : the Greek hath taken Troy.
12 AESCHYLUS vv. 268-278.
Leader.
How ?
Thy word flies past me, being incredible.
Clytemnestra.
Ilion is ours. No riddling tale I tell.
Leader.
Such joy comes knocking at the gate of tears.
Clytemnestra.
Aye, 'tis a faithful heart that eye declares.
Leader.
What warrant hast thou ? Is there proof of this ?
Clytemnestra.
There is ; unless a God hath lied there is.
Leader.
Some dream-shape came to thee in speaking guise ?
Clytemnestra.
Who deemeth me a dupe of drowsing eyes ?
Leader.
Some word within that hovereth without wings ?
Clytemnestra.
Am I a child to hearken to such thintrs ?
Leader.
Troy fallen ? — But how long ? When fell she, say ?
vv. 279-306. AGAMEMNON 13
Clytemnestra.
The very night that mothered this new day.
Leader.
And who of heralds with such fury came ?
Clytemnestra.
A Fire-god, from Mount Ida scattering flame.
Whence starting, beacon after beacon burst
In flaming message hitherward. Ida first
Told Hermes' Lemnian Rock, whose answering sign
Was caught by towering Athos, the divine,
With pines immense — yea, fishes of the night
Swam skyward, drunken with that leaping light.
Which swelled like some strange sun, till dim and far
Makistos' watchmen marked a glimmering star ;
They, nowise loath nor idly slumber-won,
Spring up to hurl the fiery message on,
And a far light beyond the Euripus tells
That word hath reached Messapion's sentinels.
They beaconed back, then onward with a high
Heap of dead heather flamins: to the skv.
And onward still, not failing^ nor aswoon.
Across the Asopus like a beaming; moon
The great word leapt, and on Kithairon's height
Uproused a new relay of racing light.
His watchers knew the wanderino- flame, nor hid
Their welcome, burning higher than was bid.
Out over Lake Gorgopis then it floats.
To Aigiplanctos, waking the wild goats,
Crying for ** Fire, more Fire 1 " And fire was reared,
Stintless and high, a stormy streaming beard,
14 AESCHYLUS vv. 307-330.
That waved in flame beyond the promontory
Rock-ridged, that watches the Saronian sea,
Kindling the night : then one short swoop to catch
The Spider's Crag, our city's tower of watch ;
Whence hither to the Atreidae's roof it came,
A light true-fathered of Idaean flame.
Torch-bearer after torch-bearer, behold
The tale thereof in stations manifold.
Each one by each made perfect ere it passed,
And Victory in the first as in the last.
These be my proofs and tokens that my lord
From Troy hath spoke to me a burning word.
Leader.
Woman, speak on. Hereafter shall my prayer
Be raised to God ; now let me only hear.
Again and full, the marvel and the joy.
Clytemnestra.
Now, even now, the Achaian holdeth Troy !
Methinks there is a crying in her streets
That makes no concord. When sweet unguent
meets
With vinegar in one phial, I warrant none
Shall lay those wranglers lovingly at one.
So conquerors and conquered shalt thou hear.
Two sundered tones, two lives of joy or fear.
Here women in the dust about their slain,
Husbands or brethren, and by dead old men
Pale children who shall never more be free, ^
For all they loved on earth cry desolately.
And hard beside them war-stained Greeks, whom stark
Battle and then long searching through the dark
s:
vv. 331-354. AGAMEMNON 15
Hath gathered, ravenous, in the dawn, to feast
At last on all the plenty Troy possessed,
No portion in that feast nor ordinance.
But each man clutching at the prize of chance.
Aye, there at last under good roofs they lie
Of men spear-quelled, no frosts beneath the sky.
No watches more, no bitter moony dew. . . .
How blessed they will sleep the whole night
through !
Oh, if these days they keep them free from sin
Toward Ilion's conquered shrines and Them within
Who watch unconquered, maybe not again
The smiter shall be smit, the taker ta'en.
May God but grant there fall not on that host
The greed of gold that maddeneth and the lust
To spoil inviolate things I But half the race
Is run which windeth back to home and peace.
Yea, though of God they pass unchallenged,
Methinks the wound of all those desolate dead
Might waken, groping for its will. . . .
Ye hear
A woman's word, belike a woman's fear.
May good but conquer in the X^st incline
Of the bajarice ! Of all prayers that prayer is mine.
Leader.
O Woman, like a man faithful and wise
Thou speakest. I accept thy testimonies
And turn to God with praising, for a gain
Is won this day that pays for all our pain.
[Clytemnestra returns to the Palace. The
Chorus take up their position for the Second
Stasimon.
i6 AESCHYLUS w. 355-378.
An Elder.
0 Zeus, All-ruler, and Night the Aid,
Gainer of glories, and hast thou thrown
Over the towers of Ilion
Thy net close-laid,
That none so nimble and none so tall
Shall escape withal
The snare of the slaver that claspeth all ?
Another.
And Zeus the Watcher of Friend and Friend
1 also praise, who hath wrought this end.
Long since on Paris his shaft he drew.
And hath aimed true.
Not too soon falling nor yet too far,
The fire of the avenging star.
Chorus.
(This is GorPs judgement upon Troy. May it not he too
fierce ! Gold cannot save one who spurneth Justice.)
The stroke of Zeus hath found them ! Clear this day
The tale, and plain to trace.
He judged, and Troy haih fallen. — And have men
said
That God not deigns to mark man*s hardihcad,
Trampling to earth the grace
Of holy and delicate things ? — Sin lies that way.
For visibly Pride doth breed its own return
On prideful men, who, when their houses swell
With happy wealth, breathe ever wrath and
blood.
Yet not too fierce let the due vengeance burn ;
vv. 379-405- AGAMEMNON 17
Only as deemeth well
One wise of mood.
Never shall state nor gold
Shelter his heart from aching
Whoso the Altar of Justice old
Spurneth to Night unwaking.
( The Sinner suffers in his longing till at last Temptation
overcomes him ; as longing for Helen overcame
Paris.)
The tempting of misery forceth him, the dread
Child of fore-scheming Woe !
And help is vain ; the fell desire within
Is veiled not, but shineth bright like Sin :
And as false gold will show
Black where the touchstone trieth, so doth fade
His honour in God's ordeal. Like a child,
Forgetting all, he hath chased his winged bird.
And planted amid his people a sharp thorn.
And no God hears his prayer, or, have they heard,
The man so base-beguiled
They cast to scorn.
Paris to Argos came ;
Love of a woman led him ;
So God's altar he brought to shame,
Robbing the hand that fed him.
{Helen's flight ; the visions seen by the King's seers ; the
phantom of Helen and the King's grief)
She hath left among her people a noise of shield and
sword,
A tramp of men armed where the long ships are
moored ;
c
i8 AESCHYLUS vv. 406-426.
She hath ta'en in her goings Desolation as a dower ;
She hath stept, stept quickly, through the great
gated Tower,
And the thing that could not be, it hath been !
And the Seers they saw visions, and they spoke of
strange ill :
"A Palace, a Palace ; and a great King thereof:
A bed, a bed empty, that was once pressed in
love :
And thou, thou, what art thou ? Let us be, thou
so still.
Beyond wrath, beyond beseeching, to the lips
reft of thee ! "
For she whom he desireth is beyond the deep sea,
And a ghost in his castle shall be queen.
Images in sweet guise
Carven shall move him never,
Where is Love amid empty eyes ?
Gone, gone for ever !
[H!s dreams and his suffering ; hut the Jf^ar tJiat he
made caused greater and wider suffenng^
But a shape that is a dream, *mid the phantoms of
the night,
Cometh near, full of tears, bringing vain vain
delight :
For in vain when, desiring, he can feel the joy*s
breath
— Nevermore ! Nevermore ! — from his arms it
vanisheth,
On wings down the pathways of sleep.
vv. 427-451. AGAMEMNON 19
In the mid castle hall, on the hearthstone of the
Kings,
These griefs there be, and griefs passing these,
But in each man's dwelling of the host that sailed
the seas,
A sad woman waits ; she has thoughts of many
thino-s.
And patience in her heart lieth deep.
Knoweth she them she sent,
Knoweth she ? Lo, returning.
Comes in stead of the man that went
Armour and dust of burnino-.
( The return of the funeral urns ; the murmurs of the
People.)
And the gold-changer. Ares, who changeth quick
for dead.
Who poiseth his scale in the striving of the
spears,
Back from Troy sendeth dust, heavy dust, wet with
tears,
Sendeth ashes with men's names in his urns neatly
spread.
And they weep over the men, and they praise them
one by one,
How this was a wise fighter, and this nobly
slain —
" Fighting to win back another's wife ! "
Till a murmur is begun.
And there steals an angry pain
Against Kings too forward in the strife.
20 AESCHYLUS vv. 452-478.
There by Ilion's gate
Many a soldier sleepeth,
Young men beautiful ; fast in hate
Troy her conqueror keepeth.
[For the Shedder of Blood is in great peril^ and not
unmarked by God. May I never be a Sacker oj
Cities !)
But the rumour of the People, it is heavy, it is chill;
And tho' no curse be spoken, like a curse doth it
brood ;
And my heart waits some tiding which the dark
holdeth still,
For of God not unmarked is the shedder of much
blood.
And who conquers beyond right . . . Lo, the life ot
man decays ;
There be Watchers dim his light in the wasting of
the years ;
He falls, he is forgotten, and hope dies.
There is peril in the praise
Over-praised that he hears ;
For the thunder it is hurled from God's eves.
Glory that breedeth strife.
Pride of the Sacker of Cities ;
Yea, and the conquered captive's life.
Spare me, O God of Pities !
Divers Elders.
— The fire of good tidings it hath sped the city
through,
But who knows if a god mocketh ? Or who knows
a all be true ?
vv. 479-500. AGAMEMNON 21
'Twere the fashion of a child,
Or a brain dream-beguiled,
To be kindled by the first
Torch's message as it burst.
And thereafter, as it dies, to die too.
— 'Tis like a woman's sceptre, to ordain
Welcome to joy before the end is plain !
— Too lightly opened are a woman's ears ;
. Her fence downtrod by many trespassers,
And quickly crossed ; but quickly lost
The burden of a woman's hopes or fears.
[Here a break occurs in the action^ like the descent
of the curtain in a modern theatre. A space oj
some days is assumed to have passed and we
find the Elders again assembled.
Leader.
Soon surely shall we read the message right ;
Were fire and beacon-call and lamps of light
True speakers, or but happy lights that seem
And are not, like sweet voices in a dream.
I see a Herald yonder by the shore.
Shadowed with olive sprays. And from his sore
Rent raiment cries a witness from afar.
Dry Dust, born brother to the Mire of war.
That mute he comes not, neither through the smoke
Of mountain forests shall his tale be spoke ;
But either shouting for a joyful day,
Or else. . . . But other thoughts I cast away.
As good hath dawned, may good shine on, we pray!
22 AESCHYLUS vv. 501-521.
— And whoso for this City prayeth aught
Else, let him reap the harvest of his thought !
[Enter the Herald, running. His garments are
torn and war-stained. He falls upon his knees
and kisses the Earthy and salutes each Altar in
turn.
•/■ Herald.
Y
Land of my fathers ! Argos ! Am I here . . .
Home, home at this tenth shining of the year,
And all Hope's anchors broken save this one !
For scarcely dared I dream, here in mine ovv^n
Argos at last to fold me to my rest. . . .
But now— All Hail, O Earth ! O Sunlight blest !
And Zeus Most High !
~ [Checking himself as he sees the altar of Apollo.
And thou, O Pythian Lord ;
No more on us be thy swift arrows poured !
Beside Scamander well we learned how true
Thy hate is. Oh, as thou art Healer too.
Heal us ! As thou art Saviour of the Lost,
Save also us, Apollo, being so tossed
With tempest ! . . . All ye Daemons of the Pale !
And Hermes ! Hermes, mine own guardian, hail !
Herald beloved, to whom all heralds bow. . . .
Ye Blessed Dead that sent us, receive now
In love your children whom the spear hath spared.
O House of Kings, O roof-tree thrice-endeared,
O solemn thrones ! O gods that face the sun !
Now, now, if ever in the days foregone.
After these many years, with eyes that burn,
Give hail and glory to your King's return !
vv. 522-542. AGAMEMNON 23
For Agamemnon cometh ! A great light
Cometh to men and gods out of the night.
Grand greeting give him — aye, it need be grand^
Who, God's avenging mattock in his hand,
Hath wrecked Troy's towers and digged her soil
beneath,
Till her gods' houses, they are things of death ;
Her altars waste, and blasted every seed
Whence life might rise ! So perfect is his deed,
So dire the yoke on Ilion he hath cast.
The first Atreides, King of Kings at last.
And happy among men ! To whom we give
Honour most high above all things that live.
For Paris nor his guilty land can score
The deed they wrought above the pain they bore.
"Spoiler and thief," he heard God's judgement pass;
Whereby he lost his plunder, and like grass
Mowed down his father's house and all his land ;
And Troy pays twofold for the sin she planned.
Leader.
Be glad, thou Herald of the Greek from Troy !
Herald.
So glad, I am ready, if God will, to die !
Leader.
Did love of this land work thee such distress ?
Herald.
The tears stand in mine eyes for happiness.
Leader.
Sweet sorrow was it, then, that on you fell.
24 AESCHYLUS w. 543-558
Herald.
How sweet ? I cannot read thy parable.
Leader.
To pine again for them that loved you true.
Herald.
Did ye then pine for us, as we for you ?
Leader.
The whole land's heart was dark, and groaned for
thee.
Herald.
Dark ? For what cause ? Why should such dark-
ness be ?
Leader.
Silence in wrong is our best medicine here.
Herald.
Your kings were gone. What others need you fear ?
Leader.
'Tis past ! Like thee now, I could gladly die.
Herald.
Even so ! 'Tispast, and all is victory.
And, for our life in those long years, there weie
Doubtless some grievous days, and some were fair
Who but a god goes woundless all his way ? . . ,
Oh, could I tell the sick toil of the day,
The evil nights, scant decks ill-blanketed ;
The rage and cursing when our daily bread
Came not I And then on land 'twas worse than all.
vv. 559-586. AGAMEMNON 25
Our quarters close beneath the enemy's wall ;
And rain — and from the ground the river dew —
Wet, always wet ! Into our clothes it grew,
Plague-lilce, and bred foul beasts in every hair.
Would 1 could tell how ghastly midwinter
Stole down from Ida till the birds dropped dead !
Or the still heat, when on his noonday bed
The breathless blue sea sank without a wave ! . . .
Why think of it ? They are past and in the grave.
All those long troubles. For I think the slain
Care little if they sleep or rise again ;
And we, the living, wherefore should we ache
With counting all our lost ones, till we wake
The old malignant fortunes ? If Good-bye
Comes from their side. Why, let them go, say I.
Surely for us, who live, good doth prevail
Unchallenged, with no wavering of the scale ;
Wherefore we vaunt unto these shining skies.
As wide o'er sea and land our gloj^y flies :
" By men of Argolis who conquered Troy,
These spoils, a memory and an ancient joy,
Are nailed in the gods' houses throughout Greece."
Which whoso readeth shall with praise increase
Our land, our kings, and God's grace manifold
Which made these marvels be. — My tale is told.
Leader.
Indeed thou conquerest me. Men say, the light
In old men's eyes yet serves to learn aright.
But Clytemnestra and the House should hear
These tidings first, though I their health may share.
[During the last words Clytemnestra has entered
from the Palace,
26 AESCHYLUS vv. 587-614.
Clytemnestra.
Long since I lifted up my voice in joy,
When the first messenger from flaming Troy
Spake through the dark of sack and overthrow.
And mockers chid me : "Because beacons show
On the hills, must Troy be fallen ? Quickly born
Are women's hopes ! " Aye, many did me scorn ;
Yet gave I sacrifice ; and by my word
Through all the city our woman's cry was
heard,
Lifted in blessing round the seats of God,
And slumbrous incense o'er the altars glowed
In fragrance.
And for thee, what need to tell
Thy further tale ? My lord himself shall well
Instruct me. Yet, to give my lord and king
All reverent greeting at his homecoming —
What dearer dawn on woman's eyes can flame
Than this, which casteth wide her gate to acclaim
The husband whom God leadeth safe from war ? —
Go, bear my lord this prayer : That fast and far
He haste him to this town which loves his name ;
And in his castle may he find the same
Wife that he left, a watchdog of the hall,
True to one voice and fierce to others all ;
A body and soul unchanged, no seal of his
Broke in the waiting years. — No thought of ease
Nor joy from other men hath touched my soul,
iNor shall touch, until bronze be dyed like wool.
A boast so faithful and so plain, I wot.
Spoke by a royal Queen doth shame her not.
[Exit Clytemnestra.
vv. 615-633. AGAMEMNON 27
Leader.
Let thine ear marlc her message. 'Tis of fair
Seeming, and craves a clear interpreter. . . .
But, Herald, I would ask thee ; tell me true
Of Menelaiis. Shall he come with you.
Our land's beloved crown, untouched of ill ?
Herald.
I know not how to speak false words of weal
For friends to reap thereof a harvest true.
Leader.
Canst speak of truth with comfort joined? Those two
Once parted, 'tis a gulf not lightly crossed.
Herald.
Your king is vanished from the Achaian host,
He and his ship ! Such comfort have I brought.
Leader.
Sailed he alone from Troy ? Or was he caught
By storms in the midst of you, and swept away ?
Herald.
Thou hast hit the truth ; good marksman, as men say!
And long to suffer is but brief to tell.
Leader.
How ran the sailors' talk ? Did there prevaif
One rumour, showing him alive or dead ?
Herald.
None knoweth, none hath tiding, save the head
Of Helios, ward and watcher of the world.
28 AESCHYLUS vv. 634-659.
Leader.
Then tell us of the storm. How, when God hurled
His anger, did it rise ? How did it die ?
Herald.
It likes me not, a day of presage high
With dolorous tongue to stain. Those twain, I vow,
Stand best apart. When one with shuddering brow,
From armies lost, back beareth to his home
Word that the terror of her prayers is come ;
One wound in her great heart, and many a fate
For many a home of men cast out to sate
The two-fold scourge that worketh Ares' lust.
Spear crossed with spear, dust wed with bloody dust ;
Who walketh laden with such weight of wrong.
Why, let him, if he will, uplift the song
That is Hell's triumph. But to come as I
Am now come, laden with deliverance high,
Home to a land of peace and laughing eyes.
And mar all with that fury of the skies
Which made our Greeks curse God — how should this
be?
Two enemies most ancient. Fire and Sea,
A sudden friendship swore, and proved their plight
By war on us poor sailors through that night
Of misery, when the horror of the wave
Towered over us, and winds from Strymon drave
jHuU against hull, till good ships, by the horn
Of the mad whirlwind gored and overborne.
One here, one there, 'mid rain and blinding spray,
Like sheep by a devil herded, passed away.
And when the blessed Sun upraised his head.
We saw the Aegean waste a-foam with dead,
vv. 660-684. AGAMEMNON 29
Dead men, dead ships, and spars disasterful.
Howbeit for us, our one unwounded hull
Out of that wrath was stolen or begged free
By some good spirit — sure no man was he ! — -
Who 2:uided clear our helm ; and on till now
Hath Saviour Fortune throned her on the prow,
No surge to mar our mooring, and no floor
Of rock to tear us when we made for shore.
Till, fled from that sea-hell, with the clear sun
Above us and all trust in fortune gone.
We drove like sheep about our brain the thoughts
Of that lost army, broken and scourged with knouts
Of evil. And, methinks, if there is breath
In them, they talk of us as gone to death —
How else ? — and so say we of them ! For thee,
Since Menelaiis thy first care must be,
If by some word of Zeus, who wills not yet
To leave the old house for ever desolate.
Some ray of sunlight on a far-off sea
Lights him, yet green and living ... we may see
His ship some day in the harbour ! — 'Twas the word
Of truth ye asked me for, and truth ye have heard !
[Exit Herald. 'Die Chorus take position for the
Third Stasimon.
Chorus.
{Surely there was ?nystic meaning in the name Helena,
meaning which was fulfilled when she fled to Troy.)
Who was He who found for thee
That name, truthful utterly —
Was it One beyond our vision
Moving sure in pre-decision
~^
30 AESCHYLUS vv. 685-710.
Of man's doom his mystic lips ? —
Calling thee, the Battle-wed,
Thee, the Strife-encompassed,
Helen ? Yea, in fate's derision,
Hell in cities, Hell in ships.
Hell in hearts of men they knew her,
When the dim and delicate fold
Of her curtains backward rolled.
And to sea, to sea, she threw her
In the West Wind's giant hold ;
And with spear and sword behind her
Came the hunters in a flood,
Down the oarblade's viewless trail
Tracking, till in Simois' vale
Through the leaves they crept to find her,
A Wrath, a seed of blood.
[The Trojans welcomed her with triumph and praised
Alexander^ till at last their song changed and they
saw another meaning in Alexander s name also.)
So the Name to Ilion came
On God's thought-fulfilling flame,
She a vengeance and a token
Of the unfaith to bread broken.
Of the hearth of God betrayed.
Against them whose voices swelled
Glorying in the prize they held
And the Spoiler's vaunt outspoken
And the song his brethren made
'Mid the bridal torches burning ;
Till, behold, the ancient City
Of King Priam turned, and turning
Took a new song for her learning.
vv. 711-736. AGAMEMNON 31
A song changed and full of pity,
With the cry of a lost nation ;
And she changed the bridegroom's name :
Called him Paris Ghastly-wed ;
For her sons were with the dead,
And her life one lamentation,
'Mid blood and burning flame.
{Like a lions whelp reared as a pet and turning after-
wards to a great beast of prey ^
Lo, once there was a herdsman reared
In his own house, so stories tell,
A lion's whelp, a milk-fed thing
And soft in life's first opening
Among the sucklings of the herd ;
The happy children loved him well,
And old men smiled, and oft, they say,
In men's arms, like a babe, he lay,
Bright-eyed, and toward the hand that teased him
Eagerly fawning for food or play.
Then on a day outflashed the sudden
Rage of the lion brood of yore ;
He paid his debt to them that fed
With wrack of herds and carnage red,
Yea, wrought him a great feast unbidden.
Till all the house-ways ran with gore ;
A sight the thralls fled weeping from,
A great red slayer, beard a-foam,
High-priest of some blood-cursed altar
God had uplifted against that home.
(S)0 was it with Helen in Troy.)
32 AESCHYLUS vv. 737-760.
And how shall I call the thing that came
At the first hour to IHon city ?
Call it a dream of peace untold,
A secret joy in a mist of gold,
A woman's eye that was soft, like flame,
A flower which ate a man's heart with pity.
«
But she swerved aside and wrought to her kiss a
bitter ending.
And a wrath was on her harbouring, a wrath upon
her friending.
When to Priam and his sons she fled quickly o'er
the deep,
With the god to whom she sinned for her watcher
on the wind,
A death-bride, whom brides long shall weep.
{Men say that Good Fortune wakes the envy of God ; not
so ; Good Fortune may be innocent^ and then there is
no vengeance.)
A grey word liveth, from the morn
Of old time among mortals spoken.
That man's Wealth waxen full shall fall
Not childless, but get sons withal ;
And ever of great bliss is born
A tear unstanched and a heart broken.
But I hold my thought alone and by others
unbeguiled ;
'Tis the deed that is unholy shall have issue, child on
child,
j Sin on sin, like his begetters ; and they shall be as
they were.
vv. 761-784. AGAMEMNON 33
But the man who walketh straight, and the house
thereof, tho' Fate
Exalt him, the children shall be fair.
[It is Sin, it is Pride and Ruthlessness^ that beget children
like themselves till Justice is fulfil led upon them.)
But Old Sin loves, when comes the hour again,
To bring forth New,
Which laugheth lusty amid the tears of men ; ^^
Yea, and Unruth, his comrade, wherewith none
May plead nor strive, which dareth on and on, v
Knowing not fear nor any holy thing ;
Two fires of darkness in a house, born true,
Like to their ancient spring.
But Justice shineth in a house low-wrought
With smoke-stained wall.
And honoureth him who filleth his own lot ;
But the unclean hand upon the golden stair
With eyes averse she flieth, seeking where
Things innocent are ; and, recking not the power
Of wealth by man misgloried, guideth all
To her own destined hour.
[_Here amid a great procession enter Agamemnon
on a Chariot. Behind him on another Chariot
is Cassandra. The Chorus approach and ^ ^
make obeisance. So?ne of Agamemnon's men
have on their shields a White Horse.^ some a
Lion. Their arms are rich and partly barbaric.
Leader.
All hail, O King ! Hail, Atreus' Son !
Backer of Cities ! Ilion's bane !
^5^VA IT^
34 AESCHYLUS vv. 785-809.
With what high word shall I greet thee again,
How give thee worship, and neither outrun
The point of pleasure, nor stint too soon ?
For many will cling To fair seeming
The faster because they have sinned erewhile ;
And a man may sigh with never a sting
Of 2;rief in his heart, and a man may smile
With eyes unlit and a lip that strains.
But the wise Shepherd knoweth his sheep.
And his eyes pierce deep
The faith like water that fawns and feigns.
But I hide nothing, O King. That day
When in quest of Helen our battle array
Hurled forth, thy name upon my heart's scroll
Was deep in letters of discord writ ;
And the ship of thy soul.
Ill-helmed and blindly steered was it,
Pursuing ever, through men that die.
One wild heart that was fain to fly.
But on this new day,
From the deep of my thought and in love,
I say
" Sweet is a grief well ended ; "
And in time's flow Thou wilt learn and know
The true from the false.
Of them that were left to guard the walls
Of thine empty Hall unfriended.
[During the above Clytemkestra has appeared on
the Pa/ace steps^ with a train of Attendants^
to receive her Husband.
vv. 810-837 AGAxMEMNON 35
Agamemnon.
To Argos and the gods of ArgoHs — -^ ' "
All hail, who share with me the glory of this
Home-coming and the vengeance I did wreak
On Priam's City ! Yea, though none should speak.
The great gods heard our cause, and in one mood
Uprising, in the urn of bitter blood,
That men should shriek and die and towers should
burn,
Cast their great vote ; while over Mercy's urn
Hope waved her empty hands and nothing fell.
Even now in smoke that City tells her tale ;
The wrack-wind liveth, and where Ilion died
The reek of the old fatness of her pride
From hot and writhing ashes rolls afar.
For which let thanks, wide as our glories arc,
Be uplifted ; seeing the Beast of Argos hath
Round Ilion 's towers piled high his fence of wrath
And, for one woman ravished, wrecked by force
A City. Lo, the leap of the wild Horse
In darkness when the Pleiades were dead ; ^ — —
A mailed multitude, a Lion unfed,
Which leapt the tower and lapt the blood of Kings !
Lo, to the Gods I make these thanksgivings.
But for thy words : I marked them, and I mind
Their meaning, and my voice shall be behind
Thine. For not many men, the proverb saith,
Can love a friend whom fortune prospereth
Unenvying ; and about the envious brain
Cold poison clings, and doubles all the pain
Life brings him. His own woundings he must nurse
And feels another's gladness like a curse.
36 . AESCHYLUS vv. 838-859
Well can I speak. I know the mirrored glass
Called friendship, and the shadow shapes that pass
And feign them a King's friends. I have known but
one —
Odysseus, him we trapped against his own
Will ! — who once harnessed bore his yoke right
well . . .
Be he alive or dead of whom I tell
The tale. And for the rest, touching our state
And gods, we will assemble in debate
A concourse of all Argos, taking sure
Counsel, that what is well now may endure
Well, and if aught needs healing medicine, still
By cutting and by fire, with all good will,
I will essay to avert the after-wrack
Such sickness breeds.
Aye, Heaven hath led me back ;
And on this hearth where still my fire doth burn
I will go pay to heaven my due return.
Which guides me here, which saved me far away.
O Victory, now mine own, be mine alway !
[Clytemnestra, at the head of her retinue^ steps
forward. She controls her suspense tuith
difficulty but gradually gains courage as she
proceeds.
Clytemnestra,
Ye Elders, Council of the Argive name
Here present, I will no more hold it shame
To lay my passion bare before men's eyes.
There comes a time to a woman when fear dies
For ever. None hath taught me. None could tell.
Save me, the weight of years intolerable
vv. 860-890. AGAMEMNON 37
I lived while this man lav at Ilion.
That anv woman thus should sit alone
In a half-empty house, with no man near,
Makes her half-blind with dread ! And in her ear
Alway some voice of wrath ; now messengers
Of evil ; now not so ; then others worse,
Crying calamitv rgainst mine and me.
Oh, had he half the wounds that variously
Came rumoured home, his flesh must be a net,
All holes from heel to crown ! And if he met
As many deaths as I met tales thereon.
Is he some monstrous thing, some Geryon ^"^
Three-souled, that will not die, till o'er his head,
Three robes of earth be piled, to hold him dead ?
Aye, many a time my heart broke, and the noose
Of death had got me ; but they cut me loose.
It was those voices alwav in mine ear.
For that, too, young Orestes is not here
Beside me, as were meet, seeing he above
All else doth hold the surety of our love ;
Let not thy heart be troubled. It fell thus :
Our loving spear-friend took him, Strophius
The Phocian, who forewarned me of annoy
Two- fronted, thine own peril under Troy,
And ours here, if the rebel multitude
Should cast the Council down. It is men's mood
Alway, to spurn the fallen. So spake he,
And sure no guile was in him.
But for me.
The old stormy rivers of my grief are dead
Now at the spring ; not one tear left unshed.
Mine eyes are sick with vigil, endlessly
38 AESCHYLUS vv. 891-913.
Weeping the beacon-piles that watched for thee
For ever answerless. And did I dream,
A gnat's thin whirr would start me, like a scream
Of battle, and show me thee by terrors swept,
Crowding, too many for the time I slept.
From all which stress delivered and free-souled,
I greet my lord : O watchdog of the fold,
O forestay sure that fails not in the squall,
O strong-based pillar of a towering hall ;
O single son to a father age-ridden ;
O land unhoped for seen by shipwrecked men ;
Sunshine more beautiful when storms are fled ;
Spring of quick water in a desert dead. . . .
How sweet to be set free from any chain !
' These be my words to greet him home again.
No god shall grudge them. Surely I and thou
Have suffered in time past enough ! And now
Dismount, O head with love and glory crowned.
From this high car ; yet plant not on bare ground
Thy foot, great King, the foot that trampled Troy.
Ho, bondmaids, up ! Forget not your employ,
A floor of crimson broideries to spread
For the King's path. Let all the ground be red
Where those feet pass; and Justice, dark of yore,
Home light him to the hearth he looks not for !
What foUoweth next, our sleepless care shall see
Ordered as God's good pleasure may decree.
\^The attendants spread tapestries of crimson and gold
from the Chariot to the Door of the Palace.
Agamemnon does not move.
vv. 914-934. AGAMEMNON 39
Agamemnon.
Daughter of Leda, watcher of my fold, — ""^
In sooth thy welcome, grave and amply told,
Fitteth mine absent years. Though it had been
Seemlier, methinks, some other, not my Queen,
Had spoke these honours. For the rest, I say.
Seek not to make me soft in woman's way ;
Cry not thy praise to me wide-mouthed, nor fling
Thy body down, as to some barbarous king.
Nor yet with broidered hangings strew my path.
To awake the unseen ire. 'Tis God that hath
Such worship ; and for mortal man to press
Rude feet upon this broidered loveliness . . ,
I vow there is danger in it. Let my road
Be honoured, surely ; but as man, not god.
Rugs for the feet and yonder broidered pall . . .
The names ring diverse ! . . . Aye, and not to fall
Suddenly blind is of all gifts the best
God giveth, for I reckon no man blest
Ere to the utmost goal his race be run.
So be it ; and if, as this day I have done,
I shall do always, then I fear no ill.
Clytemnestra.
Tell me but this, nowise against thy will . . .
Agamemnon.
My will, be sure, shall falter not nor fade.
Clytemnestra.
Was this a vow in some great peril made ?
Agamemnon.
Enough ! I have spoke my purpose, fixed and plain.
40 AESCHYLUS vv. 935-945.
Clytemnestra.
Were Priam the conqueror . . . Think, would he
refrain ?
Agamemnon.
Oh, stores of broideries would be trampled then !
Clytemnestra.
Lord, care not for the cavillings of men !
Agamemnon.
The murmur of a people hath strange weight.
Clytemnestra.
Who feareth envy, feareth to be great.
Agamemnon.
'Tis graceless when a woman strives to lead.
Clytemnestra.
When a great conqueror yields, 'tis grace indeed.
Agamemnon.
So in this war thou must my conqueror be ?
Clytemenstra.
Yield ! With good will to yield is victory !
Agamemnon.
Well, if I needs must ... Be it as thou hast said !
Quick ! Loose me these bound slaves on which I
tread,
vv. 946-964. AGAMEMNON 41
And while I walk yon wonders of the sea
God o-rant no eye of wrath be cast on me
From far !
[The Attendants untie his shoes.
For even now it likes me not
To waste mine house, thus marring underfoot
The pride thereof, and wondrous broideries
Bought in far seas with silver. But of these
Enough.— And mark, I charge thee, this princess
Of Uion ; tend her with all gentleness.
God's eye doth see, and loveth from afar,
The merciful conqueror. For no slave of v/ar
Is slave by his own will. She is the prize
And chosen flower of Ilion's treasuries,
Set by the soldiers' gift to follow me.
Now therefore, seeing I am constrained by thee
And do thy will, I walk in conqueror's guise
Beneath my Gate, trampling sea-crimson dyes.
\_As he dismounts and sets foot on the Tapestries
Clytemnestra's women utter again their
Cry of Triumph. The people bow or kneel as
he passes.
Clytemnestra.
There is the sea — its caverns who shall drain ? —
Breeding of many a purple-fish the stain
Surpassing silver, ever fresh renewed,
For robes of kings. And we, by right indued.
Possess our fill thereof. Thy house, O King,
Knoweth no stint, nor lack of anything.
What trampling of rich raiment, had the cry
So sounded in the domes of prophesy,
42 AESCHYLUS vv. 965-985.
Would I have vowed these years, as price to pay
For this dear life in peril far away !
Where the root is, the leafage coineth soon
To clothe an house, and spread its leafy boon
Against the burning star ; and, thou being come,
Thou, on the midmost hearthstone of thy home,
Oh, warmth in winter leapeth to thy sign.
And when God's summer melteth into wine
The green grape, on that house shall coolness fall
Where the true man, the master, walks his hall.
Zeus, Zeus ! True Master, let my prayers be true !
And, oh, forget not that thou art willed to do !
[She follows Agamemnon into the Palace. The
retinues of both King and Queen go in after
them. Cassandra remains.
Chorus.
What is this that evermore, [Strophe i.
A cold terror at the door
Of this bosom presage-haunted.
Pale as death hovereth ?
While a song unhired, unwanted,
By some inward prophet chanted.
Speaks the secret at its core ;
And to cast it from my blood
Like a dream not understood
No sweet-spoken Courage now
Sitteth at my heart's dear prow.
Yet I know that manifold
Days, like sand, have waxen old
vv. 986-1009. AGAMEMNON 43
Since the day those shoreward-thrown
Cables flapped and line on line
Standing forth for Ilion
The long galleys took the brint
[Jntistrophe I.
And in harbour — mine own eye
Hath beheld — again they He ;
Yet that lyreless music hidden
Whispers still words of ill,
'Tis the Soul of me unbidden,
Like some Fury sorrow-ridden,
Weeping over things that die.
Neither waketh in my sense
Ever Hope's dear confidence ;
For this flesh that groans within,
And these bones that know of Sin,
This tossed heart upon the spate
Of a whirpool that is Fate,
Surely these lie not. Yet deep
Beneath hope my prayer doth run,
All will die like dreams, and creep
To the unthought of and undone.
[Strophe 2.
— Surely of great Weal at the end of all
Comes not Content ; so near doth Fever crawl,
Close neighbour, pressing hard the narrow wall.
— Woe to him who fears not fate !
'Tis the ship that forward straight
Sweepeth, strikes the reef below ;
He who fears and lightens weight,
44 AESCHYLUS vv. 1010-1032.
Casting forth, in measured throw,
From the wealth his hand hath got . . .
His whole ship shall founder not,
With abundance overfraught.
Nor deep seas above him flow.
— Lo, when famine stalketh near.
One good gift of Zeus again
From the furrows of one year
Endeth quick the starving pain ;
\_Antistrophe 2.
— But once the blood of death is fallen, black
And oozing at a slain man's feet, alack !
By spell or singing who shall charm it back ?
— One there was of old who showed
Man the path from death to day ;
But Zeus, lifting up his rod.
Spared not, when he charged him stay.
— Save that every doom of God
Hath by other dooms its way
Crossed, that none may rule alone,
In one speech-outstripping groan
Forth had all this passion flown.
Which now murmuring hides away.
Full of pain, and hoping not
Ever one clear thread to unknot
From the tangle of my soul.
From a heart of burning coal,
[Su'Jdenly Clytemenstra appears
standi Ng in the Doorway,
vv. 1033-1052 AGAMEMNON 45
Clytemnestra.
Thou likewise, come within ! I speak thy name,
Cassandra ;
[Cassandra trembles^ but continues to stare in front
of her^ as though not hearing Clytemnestra.
seeing the Gods — why chafe at them ? —
Have placed thee here, to share within these walls
Our lustral waters, 'mid a crowd of thralls
Who stand obedient round the altar-stone
Of our Possession. Therefore come thou down.
And be not over-proud. The tale is told
How once Alcmena's son himself, being sold,
Was patient, though he liked not the slaves' mess.
And more, if Fate must bring thee to this stress.
Praise God thou art come to a House of high report
And wealth from long ago. The baser sort,
Who have reaped some sudden harvest unforeseen,
Are ever cruel to their slaves, and mean
In the measure. We shall give whate'er is due.
[Cassandra is silent.
Leader.
To thee she speaks, and waits . . . clear words and
true !
Oh, doom is all around thee like a net ;
Yield, if thou canst. . . . Belike thou canst not yet.
Clytemnestra.
Methinks, unless this wanderina; maid is one
Voiced like a swallow-bird, with tongue unknown
And barbarous, she can read my plain intent.
I use but words, and ask for her consent.
46 AESCHYLUS vv. 1053-1071.
Leader.
Ah, come ! Tis best, as the world lies to-day.
Leave this high-throned chariot, and obey !
Clytemnestra.
How long must I stand dallying at the Gate ?
Even now the beasts to Hestia consecrate
Wait by the midmost fire, since there is wrought
This high fulfihnent for which no man thought.
Wherefore, if 'tis thy pleasure to obey
Aught of my will, prithee, no more delay !
If, dead to sense, thou wilt not understand . . .
Thou show her, not with speech but with brute hand !
[71? the header of the Chorus.
Leader.
The strange maid needs a rare interpreter.
She is trembling like a wild beast in a snare.
Clytemnestra.
Tore God, she is mad, and heareth but her own
Folly ! A slave, her city all overthrown.
She needs must chafe her bridle, till this fret
Be foamed away in blood and bitter sweat.
I waste no more speech, thus to be defied.
[ She goes hack inside the Palace.
Leader.
I pity thee so sore, no wrath nor pride
Is in me. — Come, dismount ! Bend to the stroke
Fate lays on thee, and learn to feel thy yoke.
\^He lays his hand softly on Cassandra's shoulder ,
w. 1072-1090. AGAMEA4NON 47
Cassandra [moaning to herself),
Otototoi . . . Dreams. Dreams.
Apollo. O Apollo !
Second Elder.
Why sob'st thou for Apollo ? It is writ,
He loves not grief nor lendeth ear to it.
Cassandra.
Otototoi . . . Dreams. Dreams.
Apollo. O Apollo 1
Leader.
Still to that god she makes her sobbing cry
Who hath no place where men are sad, or die.
Cassandra.
Apollo, Apollo ! Light of the Ways of Men !
Mine enemy !
Hast lighted me to darkness yet again ?
Second Elder.
How ? Will she prophesy about her own
Sorrows ^ That power abides when all is gone !
Cassandra.
Apollo, Apollo 1 Light of all that is !
Mine enemy !
Where hast thou led me ? ... Ha ! What house
is this?
Leader.
The Atreidae's castle. If thou knowest not, I •
Am here to help thee, and help faithfully.
48 AESCHYLUS vv. 1091-1106.
Cassandra
[whispering).
Nay, nay. This is the house that God hateth.
There be many things that know its secret ;
sore
And evil things ; murders and strangling death.
'Tis here they slaughter men ... A splashing
floor.
Second Elder.
Keen -sensed the strange maid seemeth, like a hound
For blood. — And what she seeks can sure be found !
Cassandra.
The witnesses ... I follow where they lead.
The crying ... of little children . . . near the gate :
Crying for wounds that bleed :
And the smell of the baked meats their father ate.
Second Elder
(recognizing her vision^ and repelled).
Word of thy mystic power had reached our ear
Long since. Howbeit we need no prophets here.
Cassandra.
Ah, ah ! What would they ? A new dreadful thing.
A great great sin plots in the house this day ;
Too strong for the faithful, beyond medicining . . .
And help stands far away.
Leader.
This warning I can read not, though I knew
That other tale. It rings the city through.
vv. 1107-1129. AGAMEMNON 49
Cassandra.
0 Woman, thou ! The lord who lay with thee !
Wilt lave with water, and then . . . How speak
the end ?
It comes so quick. A hand . . . another hand , . .
That reach, reach gropingly . . .
Leader.
1 see not yet. These riddles, pierced with blind
Gleams of foreboding, but bemuse my mind.
Cassandra.
Ah, ah 1 What is it ? There ; it is coming clear.
A net . . . some net of Hell.
Nay, she that lies with him ... is she the snare ?
And half of his blood upon it. It holds well . . .
O Crowd of ravening Voices, be glad, yea, shout
And cry for the stoning, cry for the casting out !
Second Elder.
What Fury Voices call'st thou to be hot
Against this castle ? Such words like me not.
And deep within my breast I felt that sick
And saffron drop, which creepeth to the heart
To die as the last rays of life depart.
Misfortune comes so quick.
Cassandra.
Ah, look ! Look ! Keep his mate from the Wild
Bull!
A tangle of raiment, see ;
A black horn, and a blow, and he falleth, full
In the marble amid the water. I counsel ye.
I speak plain. . . . Blood in the bath and treachery !
s
50 AESCHYLUS vv. ii 30-1 149.
Leader.
No great interpreter of oracles
Am I; but this, I think, some mischief spells.
What spring of good hath seercraft ever made
Up from the dark to flow ?
'Tis but a weaving of words, a craft of woe,
To make mankind afraid.
Cassandra.
Poor woman ! Poor dead woman ! . . . Yea, it is I,
Poured out like water among them. Weep for
me. . . .
Ah ! What is this place ? Why must I come
with thee . . .
To die, only to die ?
Leader.
Thou art borne on the breath of God, thou spirit
wild,
For thine own weird to wail,
Like to that winged voice, that heart so sore
Which, crying alway, hungereth to cry more,
"Itylus, Itylus," till it sing her child
Back to the nightingale.
Cassandra.
Oh, happy Singing Bird, so sweet, so clear !
Soft wings for her God made,
And an easy passing, without pain or tear . . .
For me 'twill be torn flesh and rending blade.
vv. 1150-1172. AGAMEMNON 51
Second Elder.
Whence Is it sprung, whence wafted on God's breath,
This anguish reasonless ?
This throbbing of terror shaped to melody,
Moaning of evil blent with music high ?
Who hath marked out for thee that mystic path
Through thy woe's wilderness ?
Cassanda.
Alas for the kiss, the kiss of Paris, his people's bane !
Alas for Scamander Water, the water my fathers
drank !
Long, long ago, I played about thy bank,
And was cherished and grew strong ;
Now by a River of Wailing, by shores of Pain,
Soon shall I make my song.
Leader.
How sayst thou ? All too clear,
This ill word thou hast laid upon thy mouth !
A babe could read thee plain.
It stabs within me like a serpent's tooth,
The bitter thrilling music of her pain :
I marvel as I hear.
Cassandra.
Alas for the toil, the toil of a City, worn unto death 1
Alas for my father's worship before the citadel.
The flocks that bled and the tumult of their breath !
But no help from them came
To save Troy Towers from falling as they fell ! . . ,
And I on the earth shall writhe, my heart aflame.
52 y AESCHYLUS vv. ii 73-1 193.
Second Elder.
Dark upon dark, new ominous words of ill !
Sure there hath swept on thee some Evil Thing,
Crushing, which makes thee bleed
And in the torment of thy vision sing
These plaining death-fraught oracles . . . Yet still,
still.
Their end I cannot read !
Cassandra.
[By an effort she regains mastery of her self ^ and
speaks directly to the Leader.
Tore God, mine oracle shall no more hide
With veils his visage, like a new-wed bride!
A shining wind out of this dark shall blow,
Piercing the dawn, growing as great waves grow.
To burst in the heart of sunrise . . . stronger far
Than this poor pain of mine. I will not mar
With mists my wisdom.
Be near me as 1 go.
Tracking the evil things of long ago.
And bear me witness. For this roof, there clings
Music about it, like a choir which sings
One-voiced, but not well-sounding, for not good
The words are. Drunken, drunken, and with
blood.
To make them dare the more, a revelling rout
Is in the rooms, which no man shall cast out,
Of sister Furies. And thev weave to sonir.
Haunting the House, its first blind deed of wrong.
Spurning in turn that King's bed desecrate.
Defiled, which paid a brother's sin with hate. . . .
vv. II94-I209. AGAMEMNON 53
Hath it missed or struck, mine arrow ? Am I a
poor
Dreamer, that begs and babbles at the door ?
Give first thine oath in witness, that I know
Of this great dome the sins wrought long ago.
Elder.
And how should oath of mine, though bravely sworn,
Appease thee ? Yet I marvel that one born
Far over seas, of alien speech, should fall
So apt, as though she had Hved here and seen all.
Cassandra.
The Seer Apollo made me too to see.
Elder {in a low voice).
Was the God's heart pierced with desire for thee ?
Cassandra.
Time was, I held it shame hereof to speak.
Elder.
Ah, shame is for the mighty, not the weak.
Cassandra.
We wrestled, and his breath to me was sweet.
Elder.
Ye came to the getting of children, as is meet ?
Cassandra.
I swore to Loxias, and I swore a lie.
Elder.
Already thine the gift of prophecy r
54 AESCHYLUS w. 1210-1229.
Cassandra.
Already I showed my people all their path.
Elder.
And Loxias did not smite thee in his wrath ?
Cassandra.
After that sin . . . no man believed me more.
Elder.
Nay, then, to us thy wisdom seemeth sure.
Cassandra.
Oh, oh ! Agony, agony !
Again the awful pains of prophecy
Are on me, maddening as they fall. . . .
Ye see them there . . . beating against the wall ?
So young . . . like shapes that gather in a dream . . .
Slain by a hand they loved. Children they seem,
Murdered . . . and in their hands they bear baked
meat :
I think it is themselves. Yea, flesh ; I see it ;
And inward parts. . . . Oh, what a horrible load
To carry ! And their father drank their blood.
From these, I warn ye, vengeance broodeth still,
A lion's rage, which goes not forth to kill
But lurketh in his lair, watching the high
Hall of my war-gone master . . . Master ? Aye ;
Mine, mine ! The yoke is nailed about my neck. . . .
Oh, lord of ships and trampler on the wreck
Of Ilion, knows he not this she-wolf's tongue.
Which licks and fawns, and laughs with ear up-sprung,
vv. 1230-1250. AGAMEMNON 55
To bite in the end like secret death ? — And can
The woman ? Slay a strong and armed man ? . . .
What fanged reptile like to her doth creep ?
Some serpent amphisbene, some Sky 11a, deep
Housed in the rock, where sailors shriek and die,
Mother of Hell blood-raging, which doth cry
On her own flesh war, war without alloy . . .
God ! And she shouted in his face her joy,
Like men in battle when the foe doth break.
And feigns thanksgiving for his safety's sake !
What if no man believe me ? 'Tis all one.
The thing which must be shall be ; aye, and soon
Thou too shalt sorrow for these things, and here
Standing confess me all too true a seer.
Leader.
The Thyestean feast of children slain
I understood, and tremble. Aye, my brain
Reels at these visions, beyond guesswork true.
But after, though I heard, I had lost the clue.
Cassandra.
Man, thou shalt look on Agamemnon dead.
Leader.
Peace, Mouth of Evil ! Be those words unsaid !
Cassandra.
No god of peace hath watch upon that hour.
Leader.
If it must come. Forefend it. Heavenly Power !
Cassandra.
They do not think of prayer ; they think of death
56 AESCHYLUS vv. 1251-1267,
Leader.
They ? Say, what man this foul deed compasseth ?
Cassandra.
Alas, thou art indeed fallen far astray !
Leader.
How could such deed be done ? I see no way.
Cassandra.
Yet know I not the Greek ton2:ue all too well ?
Leader.
Greek are the Delphic dooms, but hard to spell.
Cassandra.
Ah ! Ah ! There !
What a strange fire! It moves ... It comes at me.
0 Wolf Apollo, mercy ! O agony ! . . .
Why lies she with a wolf, this lioness lone,
Two-handed, when the royal lion is gone ?
God, she will kill me ! Like to them that brew
Poison, I see her mingle for me too
A separate vial in her wrath, and swear.
Whetting her blade for him, that I must share
His death . . . because, because he hath dragged me here!
Oh, why these mockers at my throat ? This gear
Of wreathed bands, this staff of prophecy ?
1 mean to kill you first, before I die.
Begone !
[ She tears off her prophetic habiliments ; and presently
throws them on the gnundy and stamps on them.
vv. 1268-1294. AGAMEMNON 57
Down to perdition ! . . . Lie ye so ?
So I requite you ! Now make rich in woe
Some other Bird of Evil, me no more !
l_Coming to herself.
Ah, see ! It is Apollo's self, hath tore
His crown from me ! Who watched me long ago
In this same prophet's robe, by friend, by foe.
All with one voice, all blinded, mocked to scorn :
" A thing of dreams," " a beggar-maid outworn,"
Poor, starving and reviled, I endured all ;
And now the Seer, who called me till my call
Was perfect, leads me to this last dismay. . . .
'Tis not the altar-stone where men did slay
My father ; 'tis a block, a block with gore
Yet hot, that waits me, of one slain before.
Yet not of God unheeded shall we lie.
^ There cometh after, one who lifteth high
The downfallen ; a branch where blossometh
A sire's avenging and a mother's death.
Exiled and wandering, from this land outcast,
One day He shall return, and set the last
Crown on these sins that have his house downtrod.
For, lo, there is a great oath sworn of God,
His father's upturned face shall guide him home.
Why should I grieve? Why pity these men's doom ?
I who have seen the City of Ilion
Pass as she passed ; and they who cast her down
Have thus their end, as God gives judgement sure. . . .
I go to drink my cup. I will endure
To die. O Gates, Death-Gates, all hail to you !
Only, pray God the blow be stricken true !
Pray God, unagonized, with blood that flows
Quick unto friendly death, these eyes may close !
58 AESCHYLUS vv. 1295-1307.
Leader.
O full of sorrows, full of wisdom great,
Woman, thy speech is a long anguish ; yet,
Knowing thy doom, why walkst thou with clear eyes,
Like some god-blinded beast, to sacrifice ?
Cassandra.
There is no escape, friends ; only vain delay.
Leader.
Is not the later still the sweeter day ?
Cassandra.
The day is come. Small profit now to fly.
Leader.
Through all thy griefs, Woman, thy heart is high.
Cassandra.
Alas ! None that is happy hears that praise.
Leader.
Are not the brave dead blest in after days ?
Cassandra.
O Father ! O my brethren brave, I come !
[She ??ioves towards the House^ but recoils shuddering.
Leader.
What frights thee ? What is that thou startest from ?
Cassandra.
Ah, faugh ! Faugh !
vv. 1308-1326. AGAMEMNON 59
Leader.
What turns thee in that blind
Horror ? Unless some loathing of the mind . . .
Cassandra.
Death drifting from the doors, and blood like rain !
Leader.
'Tis but the dumb beasts at the altar slain.
Cassandra.
And vapours from a charnel-house . . . See there !
Leader.
'Tis Tyrian incense clouding in the air.
Cassandra [recovering herself again).
So be it ! — I will go, in yonder room
To weep mine own and Agamemnon's doom.
May death be all ! Strangers, I am no bird
That pipeth trembling at a thicket stirred
By the empty wind. Bear witness on that day
When woman for this woman's life shall pay,
And man for man ill-mated low shall lie :
I ask this boon, as being about to die.
Leader.
Alas, I pity thee thy mystic fate !
Cassandra.
One word, one dirge-song would I utter yet
O'er mine own corpse. To this last shining Sun
I pray that, when the Avenger's work is done,
His enemies may remember this thing too,
This little thing, the woman slave they slew !
6o AESCHYLUS vv. 1327-1345.
O world of men, farewell ! A painted show
Is all thy glory ; and when life is low
The touch of a wet sponge out-blotteth all.
Oh, sadder this than any proud man's fall !
[She goes into the House.
Chorus.
Great Fortune is an hungry thing,
And filleth no heart anywhere.
Though men with fingers menacing
Point at the great house, none will dare.
When Fortune knocks, to bar the door
Proclaiming : " Come thou here no more ! "
Lo, to this man the Gods have given
Great Ilion in the dust to tread
And home return, emblazed of heaven ;
If it is writ, he too shall go
Through blood for blood spilt long ago ;
If he too, dying for the dead,
Should crown the deaths of alien years.
What mortal afar off, who hears,
"^ Shall boast him Fortune's Child, and led
Above the eternal tide of tears ?
] [_ J sudden Cry from within,
{
fj Voice.
Ho ! Treason iif the house ! I am wounded : slain.
\ Leader.
Hush ! In the castle ! 'Twas a cry
Of spme man wounded mortally.
Voice.
Ah God, another ! I am stricken again.
vv. 1346-1359- AGAMEMNON 61
Leader.
I think the deed is done. It was the King
Who groaned. . . . Stand close, and think if any-
thing . . .
l^The Old Men gather together under the shock^ and
debate confusedly.
Elder B.
I give you straight my judgement. Summon all
The citizens to rescue. Sound a call !
Elder C.
No, no ! Burst in at once without a word !
In, and convict them by their dripping sword !
Elder D.
Yes ; that or something like it. Quick, I say,
Be doing ! 'Tis a time for no delay.
Elder E.
We have time to think. This opening . . . They
have planned
Some scheme to make enslavement of the land.
Elder F.
Yes, while we linger here ! They take no thought
Of lingering, and their sword-arm sieepeth not !
Elder G.
I have no counsel. I can speak not. Oh,
Let him give counsel who can strike a blow I
62 AESCHYLUS vv. 1360-137 1.
Elder H.
I say as this man says. I have no trust
In words to raise a dead man from the dust.
Elder I.
How mean you ? Drag out our poor lives, and
stand
Cowering to these defilers of the land ?
Elder J.
Better to
Death is an easier doom than slavery.
Nay, 'tis too much ! Better to strive and die !
Elder K.
We heard a sound of groaning, nothing plain,
How know we — are we seers ? — that one is slain ?
Elder L.
Oh, let us find the truth out, ere we grow
Thus passionate ! To surmise is not to know.
Leader.
Break in, then ! 'Tis the counsel ye all bring.
An 1 learn for sure, how is it with the King.
[ They cluster up towards the Palace Door^ as though
to force an entrance^ when the great Door swings
open^ revealing Clytemnestra, who stands^
axe in hand^ over the dead bodies of Aga-
memnon and Cassandra. The body 0}
Agamemnon is wrapped in a rich crimson
web. There is blood on Clytemnestra's
broWj and she speaks in wild triumph.
w. 1372-1398. AGAMEMNON 63
Clytemnestra.
Oh, lies enough and more have I this day
Spoken, which now I shame not to unsay.
How should a woman work, to the utter end,
Hate on a damned hater, feigned a friend ;
How pile perdition round him, hunter-wise,
Too high for overleaping, save by lies ?
To me this hour was dreamed of long ago ;
A thing of ancient hate. 'Twas very slow
In coming, but it came. And here I stand
Even where I struck, with all the deed I planned
Done! 'Twas so wrought — what boots it to
deny ? —
The man could neither guard himself nor fly.
An endless web, as by some fisher strung,
A deadly plenteousness of robe, I flung
All round him, and struck twice ; and with two
cries
His limbs turned water and broke ; and as he lies
I cast my third stroke in, a prayer well-sped
To Zeus of Hell, who guardeth safe his dead !
So there he gasped his life out as he lay ;
And, gasping, the blood spouted . . . Like dark spray
That splashed, it came, a salt and deathly dew ;
Sweet, sweet as God's dear rain-drops ever blew
O'er a parched field, the day the buds are born ! . . .
Which things being so, ye Councillors high-born,
Depart in joy, if joy ye will. For me,
I glory. Oh, if such a thing might be
As o'er the dead thank-offering to outpour,
On this dead it were just, aye, just and more,
Who filled the cup of the House with treacheries
Curse-fraught, and here hath drunk it to the lees !
64 AESCHYLUS vv. 1399-1417.
Leader.
We are astonied at thy speech. To fling,
Wild mouth ! such vaunt over thy murdered King !
Clytemnestra.
Wouldst fright me, like a v^^itless vi^oman ? Lo,
This bosom shakes not. And, though well ye
know,
I tell you . . . Curse me as ye will, or bless,
'Tis all one . . . This is Agamemnon ; this.
My husband, dead by my right hand, a blow
Struck by a righteous craftsman. Aye, 'tis so.
Chorus.
Woman, what evil tree.
What poison grown of the ground
Or draught of the drifting sea
Way to thy lips hath found.
Making thee clothe thy heart
In rage, yea, in curses burning
When thine own people pray ?
Thou hast hewn, thou hast cast away ;
And a thing cast away thou art,
A thing of hate and a spurning !
Clytemnestra.
Aye, now, for me, thou hast thy words of fate ;
Exile from Argos and the people's hate
For ever ! Against him no word was cried,
When, recking not, as 'twere a beast that died,
With flocks abounding o'er his wide domain.
He slew his child, my love, my flower of pain, . . .
vv. 1418-1439. AGAMEMNON 65
*
Great God, as magic for the winds of Thrace !
Why was not he man-hunted from his place,
To purge the blood that stained him ? . . . Wjien
the deed
Is mine, oh, then thou art a judge indeed !
But threat thy fill. I am ready, and I stand
Content ; if thy hand beateth down my hand,
Thou rulest. If aught else be God's decree,
Thy lesson shall be learned, though late it be.
Chorus.
Thy thought, it is very proud ;
Thy breath is the scorner's breath ;
Is not the madness loud
In thy heart, being drunk with death ?
Yea, and above thy brow
A star of the wet blood burneth !
Oh, doom shall have yet her day,
The last friend cast away.
When lie doth answer lie
And a stab for a stab returneth !
Clytemnestra.
And heark what Oath-gods gather to my side !
By my dead child's Revenge, now satisfied.
By Mortal Blindness, by all Powers of Hell
Which Hate, to whom in sacrifice he fell,
My Hope shall walk not in the house of Fear,
While on my hearth one fire yet burneth clear.
One lover, one Aigisthos, as of old !
What should I fear, when fallen here I hold
This foe, this scorner of his wife, this toy
And fool of each Chryseis under Troy ;
F
66 AESCHYLUS w. 1440-1457.
And there withal his soothsayer and slave,
His chanting bed-fellow, his leman brave.
Who rubbed the galleys' benches at his side.
But, oh, they had their guerdon as they died !
For he lies thus, and she, the wild swan's wav.
Hath trod her last long weeping roundelay,
And lies, his lover, ravisht o'er the main
For his bed's comfort and my deep disdain.
Chorus.
{Some Elders.)
Would God that suddenly
With no great agony.
No long sick-watch to keep,
My hour would come to me,
My hour, and presently
Bring the eternal, the
Unwaking Sleep,
Now that my Shepherd, he
Whose love watched over me,
Lies in the deep !
Another.
For woman's sake he endured and battled well.
And by a woman's hand he fell.
Others.
^^^ What hast thou done, O Helen blind of brain,
j^ / O face that slew the souls on 1 lion's plain,
^- ' One face, one face, and many a thousand
slain ?
vv. 1458-1477. AGAMEMNON 67
The hate of old that on this castle lay,
Builded in lust, a husband's evil day,
Hath bloomed for thee a perfect flower again
And unforgotten, an old and burning stain
Never to pass away.
Clytemnestra.
Nay, pray not for the hour of death, being tried
Too sore beneath these blows
Neither on Helen turn thy wrath aside,
The Slayer of Men, the face which hath destroyed
Its thousand Danaan souls, and wrought a wide
Wound that no leech can close.
Chorus.
— Daemon, whose heel is set
On the House and the twofold kin
Of the high Tantalidae,
A power, heavy as fate,
Thou wieldest through woman's sin,
Piercing the heart of me !
— Like a raven swoln with hate
He hath set on the dead his claw,
He croaketh a song to sate
His fury, and calls it Law !
Clytemnestra.
Ah, call upon Him ! Yea, call —
And thy thought hath found its path —
The Daemon who haunts this hall,
The thrice-engorged Wrath ;
68 AESCHYLUS vv. 1478-1496.
From him is the ache of the flesh
For blood born and increased ;
Ere the old sore hath ceased
It oozeth afresh.
Chorus.
— Indeed He is very great,
And heavy his anger, He,
The Daemon who guides the fate
Of the old Tantalidae :
Alas, alas, an evil tale ye tell
Of desolate angers and insatiable !
— Ah me.
And yet 'tis all as Zeus hath willed.
Doer of all and Cause of all ;
By His Word every chance doth fall,
No end without Him is fulfilled ;
What of these things
But Cometh by high Heaven's counsellings ?
[y/ band of Mourners has gathered
within the House.
Mourners.
Ah, sorrow, sorrow ! My King, my King !
How shall I weep, what word shall I say ?
Caught in the web of this spider thing,
In foul death gasping thy life away !
Woe's me, woe's me, for this slavish lying,
The doom of craft and the lonely dying,
The iron two-edged and the hands that
slay !
^
V
vv. 1497-1520. AGAMEMNON 69
Clytemnestra.
And criest thou still this deed hath been
My work ? Nay, gaze, and have no thought
That this is Agamemnon's Queen.
'Tis He, 'tis He, hath round him wrought
This phantom of the dead man's wife ;
He, the old Wrath, the Driver of Men astray.
Pursuer of Atreus for the feast defiled ;
To assoil an ancient debt he hath paid this
life ;
A warrior and a crowned King this day
Atones for a slain child.
Chorus.
— That thou art innocent herein.
What tongue dare boast ? It cannot be,
Yet from the deeps of ancient sin
The Avenger may have wrought with thee.
— On the red Slayer crasheth, groping wild
For blood, more blood, to build his peace again,
And wash like water the old frozen stain
Of the torn child.
MOLTRNERS.
Ah, sorrow, sorrow ! My King, my King !
How shall I weep, what word shall I say ?
Caught in the web of this spider thing,
In foul death gasping thy life away.
Woe's me, woe's me, for this slavish lying,
The doom of craft and the lonely dying.
The iron two-edged and the hands that slay !
70 AESCHYLUS vv. 1521-1541.
Clytemnestra.
And what of the doom of craft that first
He planted, making the House accurst ?
What of the blossom from this root riven,
Iphigenia, the unforgiven ?
Even as the wrong was, so is the pain :
He shall not laugh in the House of the slain,
When the count is scored ;
He hath but spoiled and paid again
The due of the sword.
Chorus.
I am lost ; my mind dull-eyed
Knows not nor feels
Whither to fly nor hide
While the House reels.
The noise of rain that falls
On the roof affrighteth me,
Washing away the walls ;
Rain that falls bloodily.
Doth ever the sound abate ?
Lo, the next Hour of Fate
Whetting her vengeance due
On new whet-stones, for new
Workings of hate.
Mourners.
Would thou hadst covered me. Earth, O Earth,
Or e'er I had looked on my lord thus low.
In the palled marble of silvern girth !
What hands may shroud him, what tears may
flow ?
vv. 1542-1564. AGAMEMNON 71
Not thine, O Woman who dared to slay him,
Thou .lurst not weep to him now, nor pray
him,
Nor pay to his soul the deep unworth
Of gift or prayer to forget thy blow.
—Oh, who with heart sincere
Shall bring praise or grief
To lay on the sepulchre
Of the great chief?
Clytemnestra.
His burial is not thine to array.
By me he fell, by me he died,
I watch him to the grave, not cried
By mourners of his housefolk ; nay,
His own child for a day like this
Waits, as is seemly, and shall run
By the white waves of Acheron
To fold him in her arms and kiss 1
Chorus.
Lo, she who was erst reviled
Revileth ; and who shall say ?
Spoil taken from them that spoiled,
^ Life-blood from them that slay !
gvLirly whilf Gn^ ^ncn^*^
His laws^ while Time doth run
'Tis written : On him that doeth -
It shall be done.
72 AESCHYLUS vv. 1565-1583.
This is God's law and grace,
Who then shall hunt the race
Of curses from out this hall ?
The House is sealed withal
To dreadfulness.
Clytemnestra.
Aye, thou hast found the Law, and stept
In Truth's way. — Yet even now 1 call
The Living Wrath which haunts this hall
To truce and compact. I accept
All the affliction he doth heap
/Upon me, and I charge him go
Far off with his self-murdering woe
To strange men's houses. I will keep
Some little dower, and leave behind
All else, contented utterly.
I have swept the madness from the sky
Wherein these brethren slew their kind.
\^Js she ceases^ exhausted and with the fire gone out
of he?', AlGlSTHOs, with Attendants, hursts
triumphantly in.
AlGISTHOS.
O shining day, O dawn of righteousness
Fulfilled ! Now, now indeed will I confess
That divine watchers o'er man's death and birth
Look down on all the anguish of the earth,
Now that I see him lying, as I love
To see him, in this net the Furies wove.
To atone the old craft of his fat hex's Jian^.
^^^ Atreus, this man's father, in this land
vv. 1584-1611. AGAMEMNON 73
Reigning, and by Thyestes in his throne
Challenp:ed — he was his brother and mine own
Father — from home and city cast him out ;
And he, after long exile, turned about
And threw him suppliant on the hearth, and won
Promise of so much mercv, that his own
Life-blood should reek not in his father's hall.
Then did that godless brother, Atreus, call.
To greet my sire — More eagerness, O God,
Was there than love ! — a feast of brotherhood.
And, feigning joyous banquet, laid as meat
Before him his dead children. The white feet
And finger-fringed hands apart he set.
Veiled from all seeing, and made separate
The tables. And he straightway, knowing naught.
Took of those bodies, eating that which wrouo:ht
No health for all his race. And when he knew
The unnatural deed, back from the board he
threw,
Spewing that murderous gorge, and spurnins; brake
The table, to make strong the curse he spake :
" Thus perish all of Pleisthenes begot ! "
For that lies this man here ; and all the plot
Is mine, most righteously. For me, the third.
When butchering my two brethren, Atreus spared
And cast me with my broken sire that day,
A little thing in swaddling clothes, away
To exile ; where I grew, and at the last
Justice hath brought me home ! Yea though outcast
In a far land, mine arm hath reached this king ;
My brain, my hate, wrought all the counselling ;
And all is well. I have seen mine enemy
Dead in the snare, and care not if I die !
74 AESCHYLUS vv. 1612-1632
Leader.
Aigisthos, to insult over the dead
I like not. All the counsel, thou hast said,
Was thine alone ; and thine the will that spilled
This piteous blood. As justice is fulfilled,
Thou shalt not 'scape — so my heart presageth —
The day of cursing and the hurled death.
Aigisthos.
How, thou poor oarsman of the nether row,
When the main deck is master? Sayst thou so ? . . .
To such old heads the lesson may prove hard,
I fear me, when Obedience is the word.
But hunger, and bonds, and cold, help men to find
Their wits. — They are wondrous healers of the mind !
Hast eyes and seest not this ? — Against a spike
Kick not, for fear it pain thee if thou strike.
Leader
{turning from him to Clytemnestra).
Woman ! A soldier fresh from war ! To keep
Watch o'er his house and shame him in his sleep . . .
To plot this craft against a lord of spears . . .
[Clytemnestra, as though in a dream ^ pays no
heed. Aigisthos interupts,
Aigisthos.
These be the words, old man, that lead to tears !
Thou hast an opposite to Orpheus' tongue.
Who chained all things with his enchanting song,
P'or thy mad noise will put the chains on thee.
Enough ! Once mastered thou shalt tamer be.
vv. 1633-1650. AGAMEMNON 75
Leader.
Thou master ? Is old Argos so accurst ?
Thou plotter afar off, who never durst
Raise thine own hand to affront and strike him
down . . .
AlGISTHOS.
To entice him was the wife's work. I was known
By all men here, his old confessed blood-foe.
Howbeit, with his possessions I will know
How to be King. And who obeys not me
Shall be yoked hard, no easy trace-horse he.
Corn-flushed. Hunger, and hunger's prison mate,
The clammy murk, shall see his rage abate.
Leader.
Thou craven soul ! Why not in open strife
Slay him ? Why lay the blood-sin on his wife,
Staining the Gods of Argos, making ill
The soil thereof? . . . But young Orestes still
Liveth. Oh, Fate will guide him home again, \,
Avenging, conquering, home to kill these twain !
AlGISTHOS.
'Fore God, if 'tis your pleasure thus to speak and do,
ye soon shall hear !
Ho there, my trusty pikes, advance ! There cometh
business for the spear.
[y/ body of Spearmen^ from concealment outside^ rush
in and dominate the stage.
fr
76 A E S C H Y L U S vv. 1651-1659.
Leader.
Ho there, ye Men of Argos ! Up ! Stand and be
ready, sword from sheath !
AlGISTHOS.
By Heaven, I also, sword in hand, am ready, and
refuse not death !
Leader.
Come, find it ! We accept thy word. Thou offerest
what we hunger for.
[So?ne of the Elders draw swords with the Leader ;
others have collapsed with weakness. Men
from Agamemnon's retinue have gathered
and prepare for battle^ when^ before they can
come to b/owSy Clytemnestra breaks from
her exhausted silence.
Clytemnestra.
Nav, peace, O best-beloved ! Peace ! And let us
work no evil more.
Surely the reaping of the past is a full harvest, and not
good,
And wounds enough are everywhere. — Let us not
stain ourselves with blood.
Ye reverend Elders, go your ways, to his own
dwelling every one.
Ere things be wrought for which men suffer. — What
we did must needs be done.
And if of all these strifes we now may have no more,
oh, I will kneel
vv. 1660-1669. AGAMEMNON ^^
And praise God, bruised though we be beneath the
Daemon's heavy heel.
This is the word a woman speaks, to hear if any man
will deign.
AlGISTHOS.
And who are these to burst in flower of folly thus of
tongue and brain,
And utter words of empty sound and perilous,
tempting Fortune's frown,
And leave wise counsel all forgot, and gird at him
who wears the crown ?
Leader.
To cringe before a caitifFs crown, it squareth not
with Argivc ways.
AlGISTHOS
[sheathing his sword and turning from them).
Bah, I will be a hand of wrath to fall on thee in
after days.
Leader.
Not so, if God in after days shall guide Orestes home
again !
AlGISTHOS.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams . . . and
know such food is vain.
Leader.
Go forward and wax fat ! Defile the right for this
thy little hour !
r
78 AESCHYLUS vv. 1670-1673
AlGISTHOS.
I spare thee now. Know well for all this folly thou
shalt feel my power.
Leader.
Aye, vaunt thy greatness, as a bird beside his mate
doth vaunt and swell.
Clytemnestra.
Vain hounds are baying round thee ; oh, forget
them ! Thou and I shall dwell
As Kings in this great House. We two at last will
order all things well.
[The Elders and the remains c'/' Agamemnon's
retinue retire sullenly^ leaving the Spearmen in
possession. Clytemnestra and Aigisthos
turn and enter the Palace.
NOTES TO THE AGAMEMNON
The chief characters in the play belong to one
family, as is shown by the two genealogies : —
I.
Tantalus
I
Pelops
Atreus
I
Agamemnon
(:=Clytemnestra)
Menelaus
(= Helen)
Thyestes
Aigisthos
(= Clytemnestra)
Iphigenia Electra Orestes
(Also, a sister of Agamemnon, name variously given,
married Strophios, and was the mother of Pylades.)
II.
Tyndareus = Leda = Zeus
Clytemnestra
Castor Polydeuces Helen
P. I, 1. I.] — The Watchman, like most charac-
ters in Greek tragedy, comes from the Homeric
tradition, though in Homer (Od. iv. 524) he is merely
a servant of Aigisthos.
79
8o AESCHYLUS
P. 2, 1. 28, Women's triumph cry.] — This cry
of the women recurs several times in the play :
cf. p. 26, 11. 587 fF., p. 55, 1. 1234. It is con-
ventionally represented bv "ololu"; as the cry to
Apollo, Paian is " I-e," 1. 146, and Cassandra's
sob is "ototoi" or " otototoi," p. 47.
Pp. 3 f., II. 40 ff.] — With this silent scene ot
Clytemnestra's, compare the long silence of Cassandra
below, and the silence of Prometheus in that play
until his torturers have left him. Sec the criticism
of Aeschylus in Aristophanes, Frogs^ 11. 911-920,
pp. 68, 69 in my translation.
P. 5, 1. 104, Sign of the War-Way.] — i.e. an
ominous sign seen by the army as it started on its
journey. In Homer, Iliad, 11. 305-329, it is a snake
which eats the nine young of a mother bird and
then the mother, and is turned into stone after-
wards.— All through this chorus the language of the
prophet Calchas is intentionally obscure and riddling
— the style of prophesy.
P. 7, 1. 146, But I-e, i-e.] — (Pronounce Ee-ay.)
Calchas, catching sight in his vision of the further
consequences which Artemis will exact if she fulfils
the sign, calls on Apollo Paian, the Healer, to
check her.
P. 7, 1. 160, Zeus, whate'er He be.] — This
conception of Zeus is expressed also in Aeschylus*
Suppliant IVomen^ and was probably developed in the
Prometheus Trilogy. Sec my Rise of the Greek Epic^
p. 291 (Ed. 2).
It is connected with the common Greek con-
ception of the Tritos Soter — the Saviour Third.
First, He who sins ; next. He who avenges ; third,
He who sa\'es. In vegetation worship it is the Old
Year who has committed Flubris, the sin of pride,
in summer ; the Winter who slavs him ; the New
Year which shall save. In mythology the three
surressive Rulers of Heaven are given by Hesiod
NOTES 8i
as Ouranos, Kronos, Zeus (cf. Prometheus, 965 fF.),
but we cannot tell if Aeschylus accepted the Hesiodic
story. Cf. note on 1. 246, and Clytemnestra*s
blasphemy at 1. 1387, p. 63.
P. 9, i. 192, Winds from Strymon.] — From the
great river gorge of Thrace, NNE ; cf. below, 1. 1418.
P. 9, 1. 201, Artemis.] — Her name was terrible,
because of its suggestion. She demanded the sacrifice
of Agamemnon's daughter, Iphigenia. (See Euripides'
two- plays, Iphigenia in Tauris and Iphigenia in Aulis.)
In other poets Agamemnon has generally committed
some definite sin against Artemis, but in Aeschylus
the death of Iphigenia seems to be merely one of
the results of his acceptance of the Sign.
P. 10, 1. 215, 'Tis a Rite of old.] — Literally
"it is Themis." Human sacrifice had had a place
in the primitive religion of Greece ; hence Agamem-
non could not reject the demand of the soldiers as
an obvious crime. See Rise of Greek Epic^ pp. 150-157.
P. II, 1. 246, The Third Cup.] — Regularly
poured to Zeus Soter, the Saviour, and accompanied
by a paean or cry of joy.
P. II, 1. 256, This Heart of Argos, this frail
Tower :] — i.e. themselves.
P. II, 1. 264, Glad-voiced.] — Clytemncstra is in
extreme suspense, as the return of Agamemnon will
mean either her destruction or her deliverance. At
such a moment there must be no ill-omened word,
so she challenges fate.
P. 12, 1. 276, A word within that hovercth with-
out wings.] — i.e. a presentiment. "Winged words"
are words spoken, which fly from speaker to hearer.
A 'wingless' word is unspoken. The phrase occurs
in Homer.
Pp. 13 fF., 11. 281 fF.] — Beacon Speech. There
is no need to inquire curiously into the practical possi-
bility of this chain of beacons. Greek tragedies do
not care to be exact about this kind of detail. There
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82 AESCHYLUS
may well have been a tradition that Agamemnon, like
the Great King of Persia, used a chain of beacons
across the Aegean. — Note how vividly Clytemnestra's
imagination is working in her excitement. She
seems to see before her every leaping light in the
chain, just as in the next speech she imagines the
scene in Troy almost with the intensity of a
vision.
P. 14, 1. 314, Victory in the first as in the last.] —
All are Victory beacons ; the spirit of Victory infects
them all equally. Cf. 1. 854 below, where Aga-
memnon prays that the Victory which is now with
him, or in him, may abide.
P. 15, 1, 348, A woman's word.] — Her hatred
and fear of Agamemnon, making her feel vividly
the horrors of the sack and the peril overhanging
the conquerors, have carried her dangerously far. She
checks herself and apologizes for her womanlike
anxiety. Cf. 1. 1661, p. 77.
P. 18, 11. 409 ff.. Seers they saw visions.] — A diffi-
cult and uncertain passage. I think the seers attached
to the royal household (cf. Libation- Bearers^ 1. 37,
where they are summoned to read a dream) were
rather like what we call clairvoyants. Being con-
sulted, they look into some pool of liquid or the
like ; there they see gradually emerging the palace,
the injured King, the deserted room, and at last
a wraith of Helen herself, haunting the place.
P. 21, 1. 487.] — This break in the action, covering
a space of several days, was first pointed out by
Dr. Walter Headlam. Incidentally it removes the
gravest of the difficulties raised by Dr. Verrall in
his famous essay upon the plot of the Agamemnon.
P. 21, 1. 495, Dry dust, own brother to the
mire of war.] — i.e. "I can see by the state of his
clothes, caked with dry dust which was once the
mire of battle, that he comes straight from the war
and can speak with knowledge." The Herald is
NOTES 83
probably (though perhaps not quite consistently)
conceived as having rushed post-haste with his news.
Pp. 22 ff, Herald.] — The Herald bursts in over-
come with excitement and delight, full of love for his
home and everything he sees. A marked contrast to
Agamemnon, 11. 810 ff. Note that his first speech
confirms all the worst fears suggested by Clytemnestra.
Agamemnon has committed all the sins she prayed
against, and more. The terrible lines 527 fF., "Till ^
her Gods' Houses, etc.," are very like a passage in
the Persae^ 811 ff., where exactly the same acts by the
Persian invaders of Greece make their future punish-
ment inevitable.
P. 22, 1. 509, Pythian Lord.] — Apollo is often a
sinister figure in tragedy. Cf. Sophocles Oedipus^
11. 915 ff., pp. 52 f., and the similar scene, Electra^
655 ff. Here it is a shock to the Herald to come
suddenly on the god who was the chief enemy of the
Greeks at Troy.^ One feels Apollo an evil presence
also in the Cassandra scene, 11. 1071 ff., pp. 47 ff.
P. 23, 1. 530, Happy among men.] — The crown
of his triumph ! Early Greek thought was always
asking the question, What is human happiness ? To
the Herald Agamemnon has achieved happiness if
any one ever did. Cf. the well-known story of
Croesus asking Solon who was the happiest man in
the world (Herodotus, I. 30-33).
P. 24, 11. 551 ff.. Herald's second speech.] — The con-
nexion of thought is: "After all, why should either of
us wish to die? All has ended well." This vivid
description of the actualities of war can be better
appreciated now than it could in 191 3.
P. 25, 1. 577, These spoils.] — Spoils purporting to
come from the Trojan War were extant in Greek
temples in Aeschylus' day and later.
P. 26, 1. 595, Our women's joy-cry.] — There seems
to have been in Argos an old popular festival, cele- .
brating with joy or mockery the supposed death of a
84 AESCHYLUS
man and a woman. Homer (Od. iii. 309 f.) derives
it from a rejoicing by Orestes over Aigisthos and
Clytemnestra; cf. belovi^, 11. 1316 fF., p. 59 ; Aeschylus
here and Sophocles in the Electra^ from a celebration
by Clytemnestra of the deaths of Agamemnon and
Cassandra. Probably it was really some ordi/iary
New Year and Old Year celebration to which the
poets give a tragic touch. It seems to have had a
woman's " Ololugmos " in it, perhaps uttered by
men. See Kaibel's note, Soph. Electra 277-281.
P. 26, 1. 612, Bronze be dyed like wool.] — Im-
possible in the literal sense, but there is after all a
way of dying a sword red !
P. 27, 1. 617, Menelaiis.] — This digression about
Menelaus is due, as similar digressions generally are
when they occur in Greek plays, to the poet feeling
bound to follow the tradition. Homer begins his
longest account of the slaying of Agamemnon by
asking "Where was Menelaus?" (Od. iii. 249).
Aeamemnon could be safelv attacked because he was
alone. Menelaus was away, wrecked or wind-bound.
P. 28, 1. 642, Two-fold scourge.] — Ares works
his will when spear crosses spear, when man meets
man. Hence "two-fold."
P. 29, Chorus. The name Helena.] — There
was a controversy in Aeschylus' day whether language,
including names, was a matter of Convention or of
Nature. Was it mere accident, and could you change
the name of anything at will ? Or was language a
thing rooted in nature and fixed by God from of old ?
Aeschylus adopts the latter view : Why was this
being called Helena ? If one had landerstood God's
purpose one would have seen it was because she really
was " Helenas " — Ship-destreyer. (The Herald's story
of the shipwreck has suggested this particular idea.)
Similarly, if a hero was called Aias, and came to great
sorrow, one could see that he was so called from
* Aiai,' " Alas ! " — The antistrophe seems to find a
NOTES S5
meaning in the name Paris or Alexandres, where the
etymology is not so clear.
Pp. 33 f.] — Entrance of Agamemnon. The metre
of the Chorus indicates marching ; so that apparently
the procession talces some time to move across the
orchestra and get into position. Cassandra would
be dressed, as a prophetess, in a robe of white reaching
to the feet, covered by an agrenon^ or net of wool with ^
large meshes ; she would have a staff and certain fillets
or crowns. The Leader welcomes the King : he
explains that, though he was against the war ten years
ago, and has not changed his opinion, he is a faithful
servant of the King ... and that not all are equally
so. He gave a sfmilar hint to the Herald above,
11. 546-550, p. 24.
P. 35, Agamemnon.]— A hard, cold speech, full
of pride in the earlier part, and turning to ominous
threats at the end. Those who have dared to be false
shall be broken. — At the end comes a note of fear,
like the fear in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. He is
so full of triumph and success; he must be very
careful not to provoke a fall. — Victory, Nike, waS;
to the Greeks a very vivid and infectious thing. It \
clung to you or it deserted you. And one who was
really charged with Victory, like Agamemnon, was
very valuable to his friends and people. Hence they
made statues of Victory wingless — so that she should
not fly away. See Four Stages of Greek Religion^
p. 138 note.
P. 36, Clytemnestra.] — A wonderful speech. It
seems to me that Aeschylus' imagination realized
all the confused passions in Clytemnestra's mind,
but that his art was not yet sufficiently developed to
make them all clear and explicit. She is in suspense ;
does Agamemnon know her guilt or not .? At least,
if she is to die, she wants to say something to justify
or excuse herself in the eyes of the world. A touch
of hysteria creeps in j why could he not have been
86 AESCHYLUS
killed in all these years r Why must he rise, like
some monster from the grave, unkillable ? Gradually
she recovers her calm, explains clearly the suspicious
point of Orestes' absence, and heaps up her words and
gestures of welcome to an almost oriental fullness
(which Agamemnon rebukes, 11. 918 ft., p. 39).
Again, at the end, when she finds that for the time
she is safe, her real feelings almost break out.
P. 38.] — What is the motive of the Crimson
Tapestries ? I think the tangling robe must have
been in the tradition, as the murder in the bath
certainly was. One motive, of course, is obvious :
Clytemnestra is tempting Agamemnon to sin or " go
too far." He tries to resist, but the splendour of an
oriental homecoming seduces him and he yields. But
is that enough to account for such a curious trait in
the story, and one so strongly emphasized .? We are
told afterwards that Clytemnestra threw over her
victim an "endless web," long and rich (p. 63),
to prevent his seeing or using his arms. And I cannot
help suspecting that this endless web was the same as
the crimson pall.
If one tries to conjecture the origin of this curious
story, it is perhaps a clue to realize that the word
droite means both a bath and a sarcophagus, or rather
that the thing called droite, a narrow stone or marble
vessel about seven feet long, was in pre-classical
and post-classical times used as a sarcophagus, but in
classical times chiefly or solely as a bath. If among
the prehistoric graves at Mycenae some later peasants
discovered a royal mummy or skeleton in a sarco-
phagus, wrapped in a robe of royal crimson, and
showing signs of violent death — such as Schliemann
believed that he discovered — would they not say :
" We found the body of a King murdered in a
bath, and wrapped round and round in a great
robe ? "
P. 39 f.] — Agamemnon is going through the process
NOTES 87
of temptation. He protests rather too often and
yields.
P. 39, 1. 931, Tell me but this.] —This little dialogue
is very characteristic of Aeschylus. Euripides would
have done it at three times the length and made all
the points clear. In Aeschylus the subtlety is there,
but it is not easy to follow.
P. 40, 1. 945, These bound slaves.]— i.e. his shoes.
The metaphor shows the trend of his unconscious mind.
P. 41, 1. 950, This princess.]— This is the first time
that the attention of the audience is drawn to Cas-
sandra. She too is one of Aeschylus' silent figures.
I imagine her pale, staring in front of her, almost as
if in a trance, until terror seizes her at Clytemnestra's
greeting in 1. 1035, p. 45.
P. 41, 1. 964, The cry.]— i.e. the cry of the possessed
prophetesswhichrangfrom the inner sanctuary at Delphi
and was interpreted by the priests.— The last two lines
of the speech are plain in their meaning but hard to
translate. Literally : " when the full, or fulfilled, man
walketh his home.— O Zeus the Fulfiller, fulfil my
prayers."
P. 42, 1. 976.] — The victim has been drawn mto
the house ; the Chorus sing a low boding song : every
audience at a Greek tragedy would expect next to hear
a death cry from within, or to see a horrified messenger
rush out. Instead of which the door opens and there
is Clytemnestra : what does she want ? " Come
thou also ! " One victim is not enough. — In the
next scene we must understand the cause of Clytem-
nestra's impatience. If she stays too long outside, some
one will warn Agamemnon ; if she leaves Cassandra,
she with her second sight will warn the Chorus. If
Cassandra could only be got inside all would be safe !
P. 44, 1. 1022, "One there was of old."]— Askle-
pios, the physician, restored Hippolytus to life, and
Zeus blasted him for so oversetting the laws of
nature.
88 AESCHYLUS
P. 45, 1. 1040, Alcmena's son.] — Heracles was
made a slave to Omphale, Queen of Lydia. His
grumbles at his insufficient rood were a theme of
comedy.
P. 45, I. 1049, Belike thou canst not yet.] —
Ct. below, 11. 1066 ff. The Elder spealcs in sympathy.
" Very likely you cannot yet bring yourself to
submit."
P. 46, 1. 1 06 1, Thou show her.] — It seems odd
to think that this passage has for centuries been
translated as if it was all addressed to Cassandra :
" But if you do not understand what I say, please
indicate the same with your barbarous hand ! " —
What makes Cassandra at last speak ? I think that
the Elder probably touches her, and the touch as
it were breaks the spell.
P. 47, 1. 1072, Cassandra.] — " Otototoi " really
takes the place of a stage direction : she utters a
long low sob. — The exclamation which I have
translated " Dreams ! " seems to occur when people
see ghosts or visions. Alcestisy 261 ; Pro?netheus, 567.
Cf. Phoenissae 1 296. — "Mine enemy !" The name
"Apollon" suggested ^^ apollyon^'' Destroying . . .
the form which is actually used in the Book of
Revelation (Rev. ix. 11).
Observe how, during the lyric scene, Cassandra's
vision grows steadily more definite : First vague
horror of the House : then the sobbing of children,
slain long ago : then, a new deed of blood coming ;
a woman in it : a wife : then, with a great effort,
an attempt to describe the actual slaying in the
bath. Lastly, the sight of herself among the slain.
(This last point is greatly developed by Euripides,
Trojan IVomen^ 11. 445 ff., pp. 33 f.).
The story of the Children of Thyestes is given
below, 11. 1590 ff., p. 73. Procne (or Pliilomela) was
an Attic princess who, in fury against her Thracian
husband, Tercus, killed their child Itys, or Itylus,
NOTES 89
and was changed into a nightingale, to weep for
him for ever.
P. 52, 11. 1 178 fF.]— Dialogue. During the^lyrics
Cassandra has been ''possessed " or "entranced" : the
turn to dialogue marks a conscious attempt to control
herself and state plainly her message of warning.
In order to prove her power, she first tells the
Elders of deeds done in the past which are known
to them but cannot have been known to her. When
once they are convinced of her true seercraft, she
will be able to warn them of what is coming ! —
The short 'stichomythia ' (line for line dialogue),
dealing in awed whispers with things which can
hardly be spoken, leaves the story of Cassandra
still a mystery. Then her self-control breaks and
the power of the God sweeps irresistibly upon her ;
cf. below, 11. 1256 fF., where it comes at her like a
visible shape of fire, a thing not uncommon with
modern clairvoyants.
P. 56, 1. 1252, Thou art indeed fallen far
astray ! ] — Because they had said " what man."
P. 56, 1. 1265, These wreathed bands, this staff
of prophesy.] — Cf. Trojan Women^ 11. 451 ff., p. 34.
P. 60, 11. 1343 ff., The death cry ; the hesitation
of the Elders.] — This scene is often condemned or
even ridiculed ; I think, through misunderstanding.
We knew the Old Men were helpless, like " dreams
wandering in the day." It is essential to the story
that when the crisis comes they shall be found
wanting. But they are neither foolish nor cowardly ;
each utterance in itself is natural and characteristic,
but counsels are divided. One would Hke to know
whether Aeschylus made them speak together con-
fusedly, as would certainly be done on the modern stage,
or whether the stately conventions of Greek tragedy
preferred that each speaker should finish his say.
In any case, what happens is that after a moment
or two of confused counsel the Elders determine
90 AESCHYLUS
to break into the Palace, but as they are mounting
the steps the great doors are flung open and
Clytemnestra confronts them, standing over the
dead bodies of Agamemnon and Cassandra.
The illusion intended is that the Elders have
entered the Palace and discovered Clytemnestra. But.
as the mechanical arrangements of the Greek stage
were not equal to this sudden change of scene,
and since also it would, even with perfect machinery,
have a tiresome interrupting effect, a slight confusion
or inconsistency is allowed. We are supposed to be
inside the house ; but as a matter of fact the
supposition is soon forgotten, and the play goes on
without any attention to the particular place of the
action. On Clytemnestra's speech see Introduction,
p. xiii.
P. 63, 1. 1387, A prayer well sped to Zeus of
Hell.] — As the third gift or libation was ritually
given to Zeus the Saviour, Clytemnestra blasphe-
mously suggests that her third and unnecessary blow
was an acceptable gift to a sort of anti-Zeus, a
Saviour of Death.
P. 65, 1. 1436, Aigisthos.] — At last the name
is mentioned which has been in the mind of every
one ! — Chrysei's was a prisoner of war, daughter ot
Chryses, priest of Apollo. Agamemnon was made
to surrender her to her father, and from this arose
his quarrel with Achilles, which is the subject of
the Iliad.
Pp. 67-72, 11. 1468-1573, Daemon.]— The Genius
or guardian spirit of the house has in this House
become a Wrath, an ^Alastor' or * Driver Astray.*
See Introduction, pp. x ff.
P. 68, 1. 1513, Mourners.] — This attribution or
the different speeches or songs to different speakers
is, of course, conjectural. Ancient dramas come down
to us with no stage directions and very imperfect
indications of the speakers.
NOTES 91
P. 72, 1. 1579, AiGiSTHOs.] — The entry of Aigis-
thos enlivens the scene again after the brooding and
bewildered end of the dialogue between Clytemnestra
and the Elders. At the same time, it seems, no
doubt by deliberate intention, to reduce it to common-
place. Aigisthos' self-defence is largely justified, but
he is no hero.
P. 73, 1. 1602, Pleisthenes.] — Apparently one of
the ancestors of Atreus, but it is not clear where
he comes in the genealogy. He may be identical
with Pelops.
P. 74, 1. 161 7, Oarsman of the nether row.] —
On an ancient galley, bireme or trireme, the rowers
of the lower banjc of oars ranked as inferior to those
who used the long oars from the deck.
P. 76, 1. 1654.] — Clytemnestra, see Introduction,
p. xiii. She longs for peace, yet after all " Had
Zimri peace who slew his master ? *' The end of
the play leaves us waiting for the return of Orestes.
In the first scene of the Libation-Bearers^ he is
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