284
EURIPIDES.
Thou turn them aback, grasp, shake the rein: 150
To the halls Cyclopian speed them again.
Old Servant.
Yea, this will I do.
Agamemnon.
From the gates forth go—[1]
Old Servant.
Yet how shall thy wife and thy daughter know
My faith herein, that the thing is so?
Agamemnon.
Keep thou this seal, whose impress lies
On the letter thou bearest. Away!—the skies
Already are grey, and they kindle afar
With the dawn's first flush, and the Sun-god's car.
Now help thou my strait!
[Exit Old Servant.
No man to the end is fortunate, 160
Happy is none:
[Exit.
Enter Chorus.
Chorus.
(Str. 1)
I have come to the Aulian sea-gulf's verge,
To her gleaming sands,
I have voyaged Euripus' rushing surge
From the city that stands
- ↑ Adopting Nauck's arrangement and reading for 11. 149—152.
