New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1877-01-13

Kass lat the poraI-Yet will in the palace wall my own
And Agamemnon's fatel Enough Of hfel
Alas frendsi
Yet not for naught quail, not a bird
snared in the bush bear witness, though die,
womans slaughter shall requite my own,
And, for this man ill-yoked man shall fall
Thus prays Of you stranger, at deaths door.
Chor.-LOst one, rue with thee thy foretold doom!
Kass-Once more fain would utter words, MORE
It's my own thFeuel And yoke the sun,
BY his last beam. that my dctested foes
May pay no less to them who shall avensc mo-
Than who die an unresisting slavel
tshe enters ne pqiaee)
Chor.-Of Fortune was never yet enoY
| To mortal man and no ever
Her presence from his would sever
| And point aud say Come more night"
Unto our King granted the Code on high
That Priam's towers stoud bow,
And homeward. crowned Of Heaven hath he come;
But IL. for the ancestral blood that lay
At his doors, he fasand the dead. that cursed his
home,
He, dying, must in full requite-
| What manner of that would not pray
To be born with good attendant Sprite
| (AH outery Uihtn the paidce)
| Aganennon-Woes me am stricken a deadly blow
| within
| death
| AGdm.WOcs ne! again! second time am stricken !!
Chor-The deed methinks from the Kings cry, done.
Quick, let us gee what help may be IN COUNSEL
| Whereupon the old men, one by one, make some
| terrOr-stricken and absurd remarks, which only
serve TO fill out tle inc until the royal murderess
| can enter upon the ne The poet evidently con-
ceives her as a stately ana defiant woman despisng
the clamor Of the tnrong while she stands full hight
in the palace door, still hold .ng the bloody weapon
| in her hands:
| [Agdiu. I3i3 1871
| Enter KIYTEMNEsTRA, from the Palace.
ElW.-Now, all This formal outcry having vent,
| shall not blush Ia speak tie opposite.
How should one, plotting evil things for foes,
Encompass seeming friends with such a bane
OF tolls il were a hight too great to leap
Not without full provision came, though late,
To me this crisis OF ancient feud.
And here, the deed being done, stand-even where
| sncte him nor deny that thus did IT;
so that he could not fee ware! off doom.
A seamless net. round fish, east
Abou, him. rc7 a deadly wealth If robe;
Then smste him twice and with double cry
He loosed his limbs; and to him fallen gave
| Yet a third thrust, grace TO Hades, lord
OF the underworld and guardian Of the dead
| 60, falling ont lac gIsps bis soul, and ont
He spurts n sudden jet Of bloc {, that smiles
Nc with a sable rain of CORY dew
Ne, then no css cXultiug than the field
In the skys gift. while bursts the pregnant earl
| Thing being thus, Old men Of Argos JOY,
| Il Joy ye can II glory III the deed!
And il 'twcre sc 'mly ever yet 90 pour
| Ilbation TO the dead. 'tWeFc most 80 now
| Most meet that one, who poured for his own home
cup Of ills, returning, thus should drain It
Cbor-shame on thy suei how bold Of mouth hOuart
| That vauntest such speech above thy husband!
! ELyt-Ye try me as a woman loose OF soul;
| But with dauntlcss heart ayow To you
| Well knoying-and Whether ye choose 10 praise or
| blame
| care not-ths is Agamcmnon yea,
| My husband yea, a corpse, 0f this night hand,
This craftsman sure, the EaHdY0rk! Thus stands IT,
The third thrust gwen by the Queen, to make the
mn-der snre or az she puts 1t, IA a yotve Offering
To Hadcsn ~ act in strong contrast to the tlmor-
Gus course pursued by the Klytnmnestra Of Homer
WHO has not wholly unsexed herself. bat fees IN
! terror from the corpse-strCwn banquet hall.
.Fschylos drew the prototype of Lady Macbeth, and
nothing equal the foregoing speech appeared again
| in literature until Shakes eare wrote:
| Indrm of purpose
Give ne the Ia-gers the sleeping aud the dead
| Arc hut as pictures: 'sis the eye childhood
| That fear- painted devil.
| Ny hands are u your color but shame
| To wea a heart so white"
dialogue which follow the Queens ayowal, but
translat. few If the strophcs and antstroPhcs al
hiding f tire evil auspices Of the AtreIdGl aud to the
sacriic. # Iphigcr"ia:
| tggn. 1isG-l507l
| Cr,.Us-sEMl -CuOKCS-KLTTEiINESrRA
| chorus. Wocl Woe!
Kngl how shaI weep for thy dyingi
| what shall my ford heart sly anew
| T7.ou n t re wen OF The spider art lying,
I III " a -.
s,.i l,bo,.s-Alas! alas FOR this slavsh couch! BY
Tvoedged. by hand untrue
| Thon art srnitten, even to death. my lord!
Egyt-Thou sayest this decd was mine alonci
But bid thee ca,l me not
! The wife OF Agamemnon'5 bed;
Twas the ancient fell Alastoi' of Aureus throne
| The lord OF a holrid feast, this crime besot
| Tskinga shape thai seemed the wife CT the dead
| His slre revenge wOt,
victim lipe hath claimed for the young that DIED.
| Semi CAorus-Who shall bear witness now
| Who OF tins murder, now, thee e'itle's hoH'
| How sayest thouI dow
Yet the ieli A!as;of may have aJpen, trow;
| stiil is dark Ares driven
| Down currents maGi.Od
| Ofk.ndred blood wherever judgment is gwen
And he comes to aveugc The children slain OF cd,
And their thic. gore cries to Heaven!
! Chorus. Woe! woe.
| King. how shall weep FOR thy dyingt
| What shall my fond heart say aGcwf
| Thou IN the web o; tLe spider art lying,
| breathing out LIE by a death she shall rue!
c,j cbo,-s-Aia.. alas for this slavish couch! BY
| sword
! Twoedgcd. by a hand untrue,
| Thou art ,mtt.n, even 10 DEATH my lord!
| Kisi-Hath he not subtle Ate brought
| Himself 10 his kingIy Lailsi