SCENE II. CLYTEMNESTRA, CHORUS. Chorus. THY presence, Clytemnestra, I approach Cl. May the morn, springing from the womb of night, Rise fraught with smiling fortune on this land: The conquering Greeks in Priam's city reign. Ch. What words are these.-I scarce can credence yield. Cl. That Troy is ours, can words more plainly speak? Ch. These tears attest the fervour of my joy. |