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Yet happy are the thousands who receiv'd

Their bitter death-blow from a hostile hand!

For terror wild, and end most tragical.

Some hostile, angry deity prepar'd,

Instead of triumph, for the home-returning.

Do human voices never reach this shore?

Far as their sound extends, they bear the fame

Of deeds unparallel'd. And is the woe

Which fills Mycene's halls with ceaseless sighs

To thee a secret still?—And know'st thou not

That Clytemnestra, with Ægisthus' aid,

Her royal consort artfully ensnar'd,

And murder'd on the day of his return?—

The monarch's house thou honorest! I perceive.

Thy breast with tidings vainly doth contend

Fraught with such monstrous and unlook'd for woe.

Art thou the daughter of a friend? Art born

Within the circuit of Mycene's walls?

Conceal it not, nor call me to account

That here the horrid crime I first announce.