Great Quotes | Agamemnon
Klytemnestra:
His hand had the right to strike and it struck, and it struck his foreign lover, and it struck him down... He killed our daughter. My daughter that I carried in my body.
For the terror returns like sickness to lurk in the house. The secret anger remembers the child that shall be avenged.
The Watchman:
The elder lord spoke aloud before them:
“My fate is angry if I disobey these,
but angry if I slaughter this child,
The beauty of my house,
with maiden blood shed staining
these father’s hands aside the altar.
What of these things goes now without disaster?
How shall I fail my ships
and lose my faith of battle?
For them to urge such sacrifice of innocent blood
angrily, for their wrath is great - it is right. May all be well yet.”
Chorus:
Oh king, my king
How shall I weep for you?
What can I say of my heart of pity?
Caught in this spiders web you lie,
Your life gasped in indecent death,
Struck prone to this shameful bed
By your ladies hand of treachery
And the stryok twin edged of the iron.
Klytemnestra:
No same, I think in the death given this man
And did he not first of all in this house by death reach treachery…
With the sword he struck, with the sword he paid for his own act.
Klytemnestra:
How like a woman, for the heart to lift to light
Chorus
We stand here stunned. How can you be so arrogant to vaunt above your fallen lord… You shall go homeless now, crushed with men’s bitterness.
His hand had the right to strike and it struck, and it struck his foreign lover, and it struck him down... He killed our daughter. My daughter that I carried in my body.
For the terror returns like sickness to lurk in the house. The secret anger remembers the child that shall be avenged.
The Watchman:
The elder lord spoke aloud before them:
“My fate is angry if I disobey these,
but angry if I slaughter this child,
The beauty of my house,
with maiden blood shed staining
these father’s hands aside the altar.
What of these things goes now without disaster?
How shall I fail my ships
and lose my faith of battle?
For them to urge such sacrifice of innocent blood
angrily, for their wrath is great - it is right. May all be well yet.”
Chorus:
Oh king, my king
How shall I weep for you?
What can I say of my heart of pity?
Caught in this spiders web you lie,
Your life gasped in indecent death,
Struck prone to this shameful bed
By your ladies hand of treachery
And the stryok twin edged of the iron.
Klytemnestra:
No same, I think in the death given this man
And did he not first of all in this house by death reach treachery…
With the sword he struck, with the sword he paid for his own act.
Klytemnestra:
How like a woman, for the heart to lift to light
Chorus
We stand here stunned. How can you be so arrogant to vaunt above your fallen lord… You shall go homeless now, crushed with men’s bitterness.