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vv. 935–945.
Clytemnestra.
Were Priam the conqueror . . . Think, would he refrain?
Agamemnon.
Oh, stores of broideries would be trampled then!
Clytemnestra.
Lord, care not for the cavillings of men!
Agamemnon.
The murmur of a people hath strange weight.
Clytemnestra.
Who feareth envy, feareth to be great.
Agamemnon.
'Tis graceless when a woman strives to lead.
Clytemnestra.
When a great conqueror yields, 'tis grace indeed.
Agamemnon.
So in this war thou must my conqueror be?
Clytemnestra.
Yield! With good will to yield is victory!
Agamemnon.
Well, if I needs must . . . Be it as thou hast said!
Quick! Loose me these bound slaves on which I tread,
