I salute you! You dawn of the darkness, you turn night to day - 25 I see the light at last. They'll be dancing in the streets of Argos thanks to you, thanks to this new stroke of- Aieeeeee! There's your signal clear and true, my queen! Rise up from bed - hurry, lift a cry of triumph 30 through the praise the gods for the beacon, if they've taken Troy ... But there it burns, fire all the way. I'm for the morning dances. Master's luck is mine. A throw of the torch has brought us triple-sixes - we have won! 35 My move now - Beginning to dance, then breaking off, lost in thought. Just bring him home. My king, I'll take your loving hand in mine and then... the rest is silence. The ox is on my tongue. Aye, but the house and these old stones, give them a voice and what a tale they'd tell. 40 And so would I, gladly... I speak to those who know; to those who don't my mind's a blank. I never say a word. He climbs down from the roof and disappears into the palace through a side entrance. A chorus, the old men of Argos who have not learned the news of victory, enters and marches round the altar. chorus: Ten years gone, ten to the day our great avenger went for Priam - 45 Menelaus and lord Agamemnon, two kings with the power of Zeus, the twin throne, twin sceptre, Atreus' sturdy yoke of sons launched Greece in a thousand ships, 50 armadas cutting loose from the land, armies massed for the cause, the rescue – From within the palace clytaem-nestra raises a cry of triumph. the heart within them screamed for all-out war! Like vultures robbed oftheir young, the sends them frenzied, 55 soaring high from the nest, round and round they wheel, they row their wings, stroke upon churning thrashing stroke, but all the labour, the bed of pain, the are lost forever. 60 Yet someone hears on high - Apollo, Pan or Zeus – the piercing wail these guests of heaven raise, and drives at the outlaws, late but true to revenge, a stabbing Fury! 65 Clytaemnestra appears at the doors and pauses with her entourage.
I salute you! You dawn of the darkness, you turn night to day - 25 I see the light at last. They'll be dancing in the streets of Argos thanks to you, thanks to this new stroke of- Aieeeeee! There's your signal clear and true, my queen! Rise up from bed - hurry, lift a cry of triumph 30 through the praise the gods for the beacon, if they've taken Troy ... But there it burns, fire all the way. I'm for the morning dances. Master's luck is mine. A throw of the torch has brought us triple-sixes - we have won! 35 My move now - Beginning to dance, then breaking off, lost in thought. Just bring him home. My king, I'll take your loving hand in mine and then... the rest is silence. The ox is on my tongue. Aye, but the house and these old stones, give them a voice and what a tale they'd tell. 40 And so would I, gladly... I speak to those who know; to those who don't my mind's a blank. I never say a word. He climbs down from the roof and disappears into the palace through a side entrance. A chorus, the old men of Argos who have not learned the news of victory, enters and marches round the altar. chorus: Ten years gone, ten to the day our great avenger went for Priam - 45 Menelaus and lord Agamemnon, two kings with the power of Zeus, the twin throne, twin sceptre, Atreus' sturdy yoke of sons launched Greece in a thousand ships, 50 armadas cutting loose from the land, armies massed for the cause, the rescue – From within the palace clytaem-nestra raises a cry of triumph. the heart within them screamed for all-out war! Like vultures robbed oftheir young, the sends them frenzied, 55 soaring high from the nest, round and round they wheel, they row their wings, stroke upon churning thrashing stroke, but all the labour, the bed of pain, the are lost forever. 60 Yet someone hears on high - Apollo, Pan or Zeus – the piercing wail these guests of heaven raise, and drives at the outlaws, late but true to revenge, a stabbing Fury! 65 Clytaemnestra appears at the doors and pauses with her entourage.
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