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AGAMEMNON.
Clytemnestra.
As saith the adage, From the womb of Night
Spring forth, with promise fair, the young child Light.
Ay—fairer even than all hope my news—
By Grecian hands is Priam's city ta'en!
Chorus.
What say'st thou? doubtful heart makes treach'rous ear.
Clytemnestra.
Hear then again, and plainly—Troy is ours!
Chorus.
Thrills thro' my heart such joy as wakens tears.
Clytemnestra.
Ay, thro' those tears thine eye looks loyalty.
Chorus.
But hast thou proof, to make assurance sure?
Clytemnestra.
Go to; I have—unless the god has lied.
Chorus.
Hath some night-vision won thee to belief?
Clytemnestra.
Out on all presage of a slumb'rous soul!
Chorus.
But wert thou cheered by Rumour's wingless word?
