And thou slewest the chieftain. O Tyndareus' daughter,
That captained such heroes, so godlike and proud!
'Twas thy bridal that slew him, O thou false-hearted!
Therefore the Dwellers in Heaven shall repay
Death unto thee in the on-coming day.
I shall see it—shall see when the life-blood hath started
From thy neck at the kiss of the steel that shall slay!
Enter Old Man.
Old Man.
Where shall the princess, my young mistress, be,
Agamemnon's daughter, nursed erewhile of me?
How steep ascent hath she to this her home
For mine eld-wrinkled feet to attain thereto! 490
Howbeit to those I love must I drag on
Mine age-bowed spine, must drag my tottering knees.
Daughter,—for now I see thee at thy door,—
Lo, I am come: I bring thee from my flocks
A suckling lamb, yea, taken from the ewe, 495
Garlands, and cheeses from the presses drawn,
And this old treasure-drop of the Wine-god's boon,
Rich-odoured—scant store; yet the weaker draught
Is turned to nectar, blent with a cup of this.
Let one bear these unto thy guests within; 500
For with this tattered vesture am I fain
To wipe away the tears that dim mine eyes.
Electra.
Whence to thine eyes, grey sire, this sorrow-rain?
Have mine ills wakened memories long asleep?
Or for Orestes' exile groanest thou, 505
And for my sire, whom in thine arms of old
Thou fosteredst?—all in vain for thee and thine!
