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AESCHYLUS
vv. 935–945.

Clytemnestra.

Were Priam the conqueror . . . Think, would he refrain?


Agamemnon.

Oh, stores of broideries would be trampled then!


Clytemnestra.

Lord, care not for the cavillings of men!


Agamemnon.

The murmur of a people hath strange weight.


Clytemnestra.

Who feareth envy, feareth to be great.


Agamemnon.

'Tis graceless when a woman strives to lead.


Clytemnestra.

When a great conqueror yields, 'tis grace indeed.


Agamemnon.

So in this war thou must my conqueror be?


Clytemnestra.

Yield! With good will to yield is victory!


Agamemnon.

Well, if I needs must . . . Be it as thou hast said!
Quick! Loose me these bound slaves on which I tread,