From The Agamemnon of Aeschylus Translated into English Rhyming Verse with Explanatory Notes by Aeschylus

There is the sea—its caverns who shall drain?— Breeding of many a purple-fish the stain Surpassing silver, ever fresh renewed, For robes of kings. And we, by right indued, Possess our fill thereof. Thy house, O King, Knoweth no stint, nor lack of anything. What trampling of rich raiment, had the cry So sounded in the domes of prophesy, Would I have vowed these years, as price to pay For this dear life in peril far away! Where the root is, the leafage cometh soon To clothe an house, and spread its leafy boon Against the burning star; and, thou being come, Thou, on the midmost hearthstone of thy home, Oh, warmth in winter leapeth to thy sign. And when God’s summer melteth into wine The green grape, on that house shall coolness fall Where the true man, the master, walks his hall. Zeus, Zeus! True Master, let my prayers be true! And, oh, forget not that thou art willed to do! (She follows AGAMEMNON into the Palace. The retinues of both King and Queen go in after them. CASSANDRA remains.)

Clytemnestra Monologue from The Agamemnon of Aeschylus Translated into English Rhyming Verse with Explanatory Notes

Rehearse Clytemnestra's monologue