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Klytemnestra.
Why then, bearing such a scroll, to me didst not deliver it?
Old Servant.
From me Menelaus snatched it, cause of all these miseries. 895
Klytemnestra.
Child of Thetis, Son of Peleus, hearest thou these infamies?
Achilles.
Yea, I hear thy sorrow, nor my part therein I tamely bear.
Klytemnestra.
They will slay my daughter, setting thine espousals for a snare!
Achilles.
Wroth am I against thy lord: I count it not a little thing.
Klytemnestra.
I will not think shame to bow me down unto thy knees to cling,— 900
Mortal unto child of Goddess:—what is matron-pride to me?
Lo, for whom above my daughter should I labour instantly?
Ah, be thou, O goddess-born, protector unto my despair
And unto the maiden named thy bride, all vainly though it were.
All for thee I wreathed her; leading her to be thy bride I came— 905