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Is that not clear enough? Clytaemestra Yes I can see that. Tears that show the joy in your eyes. Chorus But… are you sure of this? Chorus Do you believe it yourself? Chorus Do you have confirmed proof? Clytaemestra Of course I do. Most certainly —that is unless this is some trick of the gods! Chorus Do you perhaps believe too easily in the visions of dreams, my Lady? Chorus Perhaps some gloated word, a word unable to fly off on its own has come and fed your hopes? Clytaemestra You are accusing me of having the brain of a small child!

Chorus How long ego did they enter the city? Clytaemestra I told you: during the night that gave birth to this very light. Clytaemestra The great god of fire himself, Hephaistos! Then with a huge leap over the great sea, the flame travelled hard but happily and, like the sun, transferred its rays through the watchtowers of Makistos. Equal in dignity to both, the first and the last of them.

Pour vinegar and oil in the same jar and you will see their enmity keeping them apart. The first lot is flung over the dead bodies of their brothers and sisters, their children and their elderly parents, wailing, lamenting their death with tongues and hearts no longer free.

Chorus Such words are sacrilege! Chorus All things in moderation is best. Chorus Contentment in sufficiency is best. Chorus These show wisdom and good sense. No, that man is driven by the goddess Persuasion, destructive daughter of Infatuation who makes men work against their better judgement. Chorus And there is no remedy, no medicine for him to take. Chorus And so, the gods have shut their ears to his calls and bring his fall as due reward for his irreverent deed.

Chorus No! Chorus And the sighs and groans of the palace prophets were deep and weighty. Chorus As if seeing a ghost Ah! See there? There, at that corner of the room? There one can see the abandoned man alone, silent, wronged, yet without a sound of protest nor of complaint.

Chorus And, because of his deep love for the woman who has now traversed the sea, a ghost will take over the running of the palace. Chorus When the eyes of a man are empty all passion leaves him. Chorus His dreams are cluttered with visions of empty joy! Chorus Empty joy! Empty because, though he loves the touch of these visions, they slide through his fingers, flying off through the airy pathways and byways of Sleep.

These and worse. Chorus Insufferable grief! Chorus And so, pain upon pain slice the heart. Pain upon pain knows whom it sent there and who returned inside those urns that carry the ashes of the dead. Chorus As if seeing a ghost Look there! See Ares the god of war, the god of money changers? Chorus Indicating the other side of the scales There the fire and there the bloodied corpses Chorus And he, the god of war barters with his scales. Chorus There is a soil that hides well its defilers!

Chorus The voice of the people is heavy with a pressing rage. It seeks an equally heavy payment. It seeks a curse from all of them. The gods leave no murderer unpunished, least so the murderer whose victims are many. Chorus In time, the Black Spirits of Vengeance, the Furies, will catch up with him whose good life has its roots in the soil of evil acts and, with but one, quick reversal of his tide, destroy him. After that, no one can help him.

Chorus Too much glory is too dangerous a thing. Chorus No audacious wealth for me. No conspicuous, enviable riches. Oh, no! Just let me have the sort of happiness that no one envies. Nor do I want to be a conqueror of cities or a captive to others.

Chorus Yet… is it truly great news or is this some kind of trick from heaven? Who would be so childish or so stupid as to have his heart ablaze with these new tidings and then to have that same heart of his, in deep sorrow when the tidings are given another meaning? She believes in things far too quickly; and what she believes she spreads too quickly. Chorus Ah! As the Chorus speak they spread themselves as widely across the stage as it is possible.

I can see a herald running towards us from the shore. No smoke signals for this herald! Let better news fall upon good. He whose heart wishes otherwise for this city let him suffer the error of his heart. Enter the Herald running and exhausted. His body is soiled with mud and blood and he is rushing to tell his story. My own land! The land of my grandfathers!

At last, after ten whole years, the day of my return has arrived. So many of my hopes have crashed heavily to the ground. So many but one! I have never, ever hoped — never ever boasted that I would die here, in Argos or that I would be buried in a grave I loved. Now, King Apollo, be our saviour again, be our healer.

To all of you gods who protect the contests and to my own protector Hermes, most loved herald, revered by all the mortal heralds. Turning to the chorus And to you, too! Turning to address the palace And you, palace of our Kings, beloved roofs, revered thrones, divine statues that always look upon the sun, receive now, after such a long time, our King. Receive him with joy in your eyes and gladness in your heart as you have always done.

King Agamemnon has arrived! Receive him well for he deserves it. This is the yoke into which our magnificent King, Agamemnon, the son of Atreas, a most benevolent man has placed Troy. Indicating behind the wing And here he comes. Of all other mortals this mortal is most worthy of honour and praise. So deserving of honour that not even Paris, nor the city that ended with him can say that their punishment was heavier than their deed.

Paris was guilty. Guilty of abduction and of robbery and for those two crimes he was punished. Herald Thank you, citizens of Argos. Yes, I feel very happy. Chorus Has your love for this country been such gruelling work for you?

Herald Yes, so gruelling that my eyes are now filled with tears of joy. Herald What was that? Chorus You see, we, too, are also hit by the same love. Chorus Yes, such longing that we would sigh inside our darkened hearts. Herald What would cause this huge sadness of yours for the army? Chorus Reluctant to speak I… for a long time now… well, for a long time now, I use silence as a remedy for pain.

Herald But why? Both Kings were away. Were you afraid perhaps of someone else? Chorus turning towards the palace knowingly Yes.

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This section possibly contains original research. Please improve it by verifying the claims made and adding inline citations. Statements consisting only of original research should be removed. January Learn how and when to remove this template message There are many didactic motives in the Oresteia, one of them being the matter of moral responsibility. The characters in the play often face difficulty when it comes to accepting the blame for their actions. Two main characters that are prime examples of this are Orestes and Agamemnon.

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