Monologue

Clytemnestra Monologue from Ion

From Ion by Euripides

female · defiant · 45 sec

Nay, enough, enough, my champion! we will smite and slay no more. Already we have heaped enough the harvest-field of guilt, Enough of wrong and murder, let no other blood be spilt! Peace, old men! and pass away into the homes by fate decreed, Lest ill valor meet our vengeance--'twas a necessary deed. But enough of toils and troubles--be the end, if ever, now, Ere the wrath of the Avenger deal another deadly blow. 'Tis a woman's word of warning, and let who will list thereto.

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