Aeschylus -- Translations into English; Mythology, Greek -- Drama
_Apol._ Remember, let no fear o'ercome thy soul;
And [_To_ HERMES] thou, my brother, of one father born,
My Hermes, guard him; true to that thy name,
Be thou his Guide, true shepherd of this man,
Who comes to me as suppliant: Zeus himself 90
*Reveres this reverence e'en to outcasts due,
When it to mortals comes with guidance good.[482]
[_Exit_ ORESTES _led by_ HERMES. APOLLO _retires
within the adytum. The Ghost of_ CLYTÆMNESTRA
_rises from the ground_
_Clytæm._ What ho! Sleep on! What need of sleepers now?
And I am put by you to foul disgrace
Among the other dead, nor fails reproach
Among the shades that I a murderess am;
And so in shame I wander, and I tell you
That at their hands I bear worst form of blame.
And much as I have borne from nearest kin, 100
Yet not one God is stirred to wrath for me,
Though done to death by matricidal hands.
See ye these heart-wounds, whence and how they came?
Yea, when it sleeps, the mind is bright with eyes;[483]
But in the day it is man's lot to lack
All true discernment. Many a gift of mine
Have ye lapped up, libations pure from wine,[484]
And soothing rites that shut out drunken mirth;
And I dread banquets of the night would offer
On altar-hearth, at hour no God might share.
And lo! all this is trampled under foot. 110
He is escaped, and flees, like fawn, away;
And even from the midst of all your toils
Has nimbly slipped, and draws wide mouth at you.
Hear ye; for I have spoken for my life:
Give heed, ye dark, earth-dwelling Goddesses,
I, Clytæmnestra's phantom, call on you.
[_The Erinnyes moan in their sleep_
Moan on, the man is gone, and flees far off:
My kindred find protectors; I find none.
[_Moan as before_
Too sleep-oppressed art thou, nor pitiest me:
Orestes, murderer of his mother, 'scapes. 120
[_Noises repeated_
Dost snort? Dost drowse? Wilt thou not rise and speed?
What have ye ever done but work out ill?
[_Noises as before_
Yea, sleep and toil, supreme conspirators,
Have withered up the dreaded dragon's strength.
_Chor._ [_starting up suddenly with a yell._] Seize him, seize, seize,
yea, seize: look well to it.
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