_Chor._ Joy, joy, thou herald of the Achaean host! _Her._ All joy is mine: I shrink from death no more. _Chor._ Did love for this thy fatherland so try thee? _Her._ So that mine eyes weep tears for very joy. _Chor._ Disease full sweet then this ye suffered from . . . _Her._ How so? When taught, I shall thy meaning master. _Chor._ Ye longed for us who yearned for you in turn. _Her._ Say'st thou this land its yearning host yearned o'er? _Chor._ Yea, so that oft I groaned in gloom of heart. _Her._ Whence came these bodings that an army hates? _Chor._ Silence I've held long since a charm for ill. _Her._ How, when your lords were absent, feared ye any? _Chor._ To use thy words, death now would welcome be. {533} The Herald, not understanding the source of the Chorus' misgiving, goes on to say of course their success is mixed: so fare all but the Gods. They have had their tossings on the sea, their exposure to the night dews till their hair is shaggy as beasts'; but why remember these now? our toil is past--so he suddenly recollects is that of the dead they have left behind--but he will shake off these feelings: Troy is captured. The _Chorus_ feel youthful with such happy tidings. {569} _Enter Clytaemnestra from the Palace._ _Clyt._ Now they will believe me, who were saying just now that women believed too soon. What joy for a wife equal to that of a husband's return? and I have kept my trust as stainless as bronze. [_Exit into Palace._] The Foreman goes on to enquire as to Menelaus: the Herald would fain not answer, and brings out the Greek dread of mingling bad news with good--at last he is forced to acknowledge Menelaus has disappeared, his ship sundered from the fleet by a terrible storm in which They a compact swore who erst were foes, Ocean and Fire, {634} and the sea 'blossomed with wrecks of ships and dead Achaeans:' the fleet itself barely escaped. [Thus: foreboding indirectly assisted by its appearing that one of the two sons of Atreus has already been overtaken by Nemesis.] {663} CHORAL INTERLUDE II [_Positions, etc., as before._] _Strophe I: to the Right._ Who could foresee so well and give her the name _Helen_--a _Hell_[3] to men and ships and towers? She came out of bowers of gorgeous curtains, she sailed with breezes soft as Zephyrs yet strong as Titans, and unseen reached the leafy banks of the Simois; but bloodshed was in her train, and on her track followed hosts of hunters that carried shields. {680} _Antistrophe I: back to Altar._ So there is a wrath that works vengeance after long waiting: to the _Ilion_ that received her she was a dear bride: then there was a shout of 'Paris, Paris,' in the Bridal Song: now his city has celebrated a Wedding of Death, and called on Paris' name in other tones. {695} _Strophe II: Altar to Left._