Dramatic Dialogue | Agamemnon
Klytemnestra:
Now my beloved one step from your chariot; let not your foot, my lord, touch the earth. My maidens there strew the ground before his feet with tapestries.
Agamemnon:
I am a mortal, a man; I can not trample upon these tinted splendors without fear being thrown in my path.
Klytemnestra:
Do not cross my will
Agamemnon:
My will is mine. I shall not make it soft for you.
Klytemnestra:
It was in fear surely that you vowed this course to god.
Agamemnon:
No man has spoken known better what he said.
Klytemnestra:
If Priam had won as you had, what would he have done?
Agamemnon:
I well believe he might have walked on tapestries.
Klytemnestra:
Be not ashamed before the bitterness of men.
Agamemnon:
The people murmur, and their voice is great in strength.
Klytemnestra:
Yet he who goes unenvied shall not be admired.
Agamemnon:
Surely this lust for conflict is not woman like.
Klytemnestra:
Yet for the mighty even to give way is grace.
Agamemnon:
Does such a victory as this mean so much to you?
Klytemnestra:
Oh yield! The power is yours! Give way of your free will.
Agamemnon:
Sense you must have it, here. Let someone with all speed take off these sandals, slaves for my feet to tread upon. And as I crush these garment stained from the rich sea let no gods eyes of hatred strike me from afar. Great the extravagance, and great the shame I feel to spoil such treasure and such silvers worth of webs.
Now my beloved one step from your chariot; let not your foot, my lord, touch the earth. My maidens there strew the ground before his feet with tapestries.
Agamemnon:
I am a mortal, a man; I can not trample upon these tinted splendors without fear being thrown in my path.
Klytemnestra:
Do not cross my will
Agamemnon:
My will is mine. I shall not make it soft for you.
Klytemnestra:
It was in fear surely that you vowed this course to god.
Agamemnon:
No man has spoken known better what he said.
Klytemnestra:
If Priam had won as you had, what would he have done?
Agamemnon:
I well believe he might have walked on tapestries.
Klytemnestra:
Be not ashamed before the bitterness of men.
Agamemnon:
The people murmur, and their voice is great in strength.
Klytemnestra:
Yet he who goes unenvied shall not be admired.
Agamemnon:
Surely this lust for conflict is not woman like.
Klytemnestra:
Yet for the mighty even to give way is grace.
Agamemnon:
Does such a victory as this mean so much to you?
Klytemnestra:
Oh yield! The power is yours! Give way of your free will.
Agamemnon:
Sense you must have it, here. Let someone with all speed take off these sandals, slaves for my feet to tread upon. And as I crush these garment stained from the rich sea let no gods eyes of hatred strike me from afar. Great the extravagance, and great the shame I feel to spoil such treasure and such silvers worth of webs.