Chorus: What joy to hear these tidings from the messenger! He tells
thee thy child is living still, among the gods.
Clytaemnestra: Which of the gods, my child, hath stolen thee? How
am I to address thee? How can I be sure that this is not an idle tale
told to cheer me, to make me cease my piteous lamentation for thee?
Chorus: Lo! king Agamemnon approaches, to confirm this story for thee.
(Enter Agamemnon.)
Agamemnon: Happy may we be counted, lady, as far as concerns our daughter;
for she hath fellowship with gods in very sooth. But thou must take
this tender babe and start for home, for the host is looking now to
sail. Fare thee well! 'tis long ere I shall greet thee on my return
from Troy; may it be well with thee!
Chorus: Son of Atreus, start for Phrygia's land with joy and so return,
I pray, after taking from Troy her fairest spoils. (Exeunt Omnes.)
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