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Agamemnon.
Chorus.
Of these great tidings what the certain proof?
Clytemnestra.
Warrant I have;—how not? or Heaven deceives me.
Chorus.
Trusting the suasive augury of dreams?
Clytemnestra.
The fancies of the sleep-bound soul I heed not.
Chorus.
But hath some wingless rumour buoy'd thee up?
Clytemnestra.
Thou chidest me as were I a young girl.
Chorus.
But since what time was Priam's city spoiled?
Clytemnestra.
This very night now bringing forth the day. 270
Chorus.
What messenger could travel with such speed?
Clytemnestra.
Hephaestos, a bright flash from Ida sending.
Hither through swift relays of courier-flame,
Beacon transmitted beacon. Ida first
To the Hermaean rock on Lemnos' Isle;
Thence Athos' summit, dedicate to Zeus,
