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The day of his return, as from the bath

Arose the monarch, tranquil and refresh'd,

His robe demanding from his consort's hand,

A tangled garment, complicate with folds,

She o'er his shoulders flung and noble head;

And when, as from a net, he vainly strove

To extricate himself, the traitor, base

Ægisthus, smote him, and envelop'd thus

Great Agamemnon sought the shades below.