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AGAMEMNON.
For may good be—to good that's known—appendage!
CHOROS.
Whoever prays for aught else to this city
—May he himself reap fruit of his mind's error!
HERALD.
Ha, my forefathers' soil of earth Argeian!
Thee, in this year's tenth light, am I returned to—
Of many broken hopes, on one hope chancing;
For never prayed I, in this earth Argeian
Dying, to share my part in tomb the dearest.
Now, hail thou earth, and hail thou also, sunlight,
And Zeus, the country's lord, and king the Puthian
