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AGAMEMNON.
HERALD.
This land yearned for the yearning army, say'st thou?
CHOROS.
So as to set me oft, from dark mind, groaning.
HERALD.
Whence came this ill mind—hatred to the army?
CHOROS.
Of old, I use, for mischief's physic, silence.
HERALD.
And how, the chiefs away, did you fear any?
CHOROS.
So that now,—late thy word,—much joy were—dying!
