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

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

female · defiant · 1:07 min

Aye, now, for me, thou hast thy words of fate; Exile from Argos and the people’s hate For ever! Against him no word was cried, When, recking not, as ’twere a beast that died, With flocks abounding o’er his wide domain, He slew his child, my love, my flower of pain, … Great God, as magic for the winds of Thrace! Why was not he man-hunted from his place, To purge the blood that stained him? … When the deed Is mine, oh, then thou art a judge indeed! But threat thy fill. I am ready, and I stand Content; if thy hand beateth down my hand, Thou rulest. If aught else be God’s decree, Thy lesson shall be learned, though late it be.

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