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Troy (Turkey) (search for this): card 432
Chorus O famous ships, you that once with countless oars went to Troy, conducting dances with the Nereids, where the music-loving dolphin leapt and rolled at your dark-blue prows, bringing Achilles, the son of Thetis, light in the leap of his foot, with Agamemnon to the banks of Trojan Simois.
Argive (Greece) (search for this): card 401
ortune, advancing with difficulty, might come to a good resting-place. Electra O reckless man, why, knowing the poverty of your house, did you welcome these strangers, greater than you? Peasant What? If they are really as noble as they seem, won't they be equally content among great and small? Electra Since you, one of the small, have now made this error, go to my father's dear old servant, who tends his flocks, an outcast from the city, by the river Tanaus which cuts a boundary between Argive land and the land of Sparta; bid him come, since these men have arrived at my house, and provide something for the guests' meal. He will be glad, and will offer prayers to the gods, when he hears that the child, whom he once saved, is alive. I cannot get anything from my mother or from my father's house; for we would bring bitter news, if she, the hard-hearted, were to learn that Orestes is still alive. Peasant I will take this message to the old man, if you wish; but go inside the house
Argos (Greece) (search for this): card 364
thing, and good children from evil parents; famine in a rich man's spirit, and a mighty soul in a poor man's body. How then does one rightly distinguish and judge these things? By wealth? A sorry test to use. Or by those who have nothing? But poverty has a disease, it teaches a man to be wicked in his need. But shall I turn to warfare? Who, facing the enemy's spear, could be a witness as to who is brave? It is best to leave these matters alone, at random. For this man, neither important in Argos, nor puffed up by the good reputation of his family, but one of the many, has been found to be the best. Do not be foolish, you who wander about full of empty notions, but judge those noble among men by their company and by their habits. For such men rule well both states and homes; while those bodies that are empty of mind are only ornaments in the market-place. For the strong arm does not await the battle any better than the weak; this depends on natural courage. But, since Agamemnon's s
Troy (Turkey) (search for this): card 300
a beast in a stall, with what filth I am weighted down, under what roof I dwell, having lived in a royal home; I myself working hard on my clothes at the loom, or else I shall go barely clad and do without; always carrying water from the springs myself, with no share in the festival rites, no part in the dance. I turn away from married women, as a virgin; and I turn away from Castor, who sought me in marriage before he joined the gods, for I was his relative. But my mother, in the spoils of Troy, is seated on her throne, and at her chair stand slaves from Asia, my father's plunder, fastening their Trojan robes with golden brooches. And still my father's blood has rotted black on the wall, while the one who killed him mounts the same chariot and goes forth; and is proud to hold in his blood-stained hands the scepter with which my father used to command the Hellenes. Agamemnon's grave, dishonoured, has not yet ever received any libations, or branch of myrtle, but his altar is barren
Asia (search for this): card 300
roof I dwell, having lived in a royal home; I myself working hard on my clothes at the loom, or else I shall go barely clad and do without; always carrying water from the springs myself, with no share in the festival rites, no part in the dance. I turn away from married women, as a virgin; and I turn away from Castor, who sought me in marriage before he joined the gods, for I was his relative. But my mother, in the spoils of Troy, is seated on her throne, and at her chair stand slaves from Asia, my father's plunder, fastening their Trojan robes with golden brooches. And still my father's blood has rotted black on the wall, while the one who killed him mounts the same chariot and goes forth; and is proud to hold in his blood-stained hands the scepter with which my father used to command the Hellenes. Agamemnon's grave, dishonoured, has not yet ever received any libations, or branch of myrtle, but his altar is barren of ornament. That famous one, my mother's husband, leaps on the gr
Argos (Greece) (search for this): card 262
erless children, when he gave me to such a man. Orestes So that you might not bear sons to punish him, of course? Electra That was his plan; may he make amends to me for it! Orestes Does your mother's husband know that you are a virgin? Electra He does not know; we steal that from him by our silence. Orestes Are these women who hear our talk friends of yours ? Electra They will keep both your words and mine well hidden. Orestes What then could Orestes do in this matter if he comes to Argos? Electra Do you ask this? You have said a shameful word; isn't it the critical time now? Orestes But if he does come, how might he kill his father's murderers? Electra By daring such things as his enemies dared against my father. Orestes And would you dare, with him, to kill your mother? Electra Yes, with that same axe by which my father died. Orestes Am I to tell him this, and that your purpose is steadfast? Electra Once I had shed my mother's blood, I might die! Orestes Ah! Would
Argos (Greece) (search for this): card 167
The Chorus of Argive Country-Women enter. Chorus O Electra, daughter of Agamemnon, I have come to your rustic courtyard. A milk-drinker from Mycenae has come, he has come, a mountain walker; he reports that the Argives are proclaiming a sacrifice for the third day from now, and that all maidens are to go to Hera's temple. Electra My unhappy heart beats fast, friends, but not at adornment or gold; nor will I set up choruses with the maidens of Argos and beat my foot in the mazes of the dance. By tears I pass the night; tears are my unhappy care day by day. See if my filthy hair, and the rags of my dress, will be fit for a princess, a daughter of Agamemnon, or for Troy, once taken, which remembers my father.
Mycenae (Greece) (search for this): card 167
The Chorus of Argive Country-Women enter. Chorus O Electra, daughter of Agamemnon, I have come to your rustic courtyard. A milk-drinker from Mycenae has come, he has come, a mountain walker; he reports that the Argives are proclaiming a sacrifice for the third day from now, and that all maidens are to go to Hera's temple. Electra My unhappy heart beats fast, friends, but not at adornment or gold; nor will I set up choruses with the maidens of Argos and beat my foot in the mazes of the dance. By tears I pass the night; tears are my unhappy care day by day. See if my filthy hair, and the rags of my dress, will be fit for a princess, a daughter of Agamemnon, or for Troy, once taken, which remembers my father.
Troy (Turkey) (search for this): card 167
The Chorus of Argive Country-Women enter. Chorus O Electra, daughter of Agamemnon, I have come to your rustic courtyard. A milk-drinker from Mycenae has come, he has come, a mountain walker; he reports that the Argives are proclaiming a sacrifice for the third day from now, and that all maidens are to go to Hera's temple. Electra My unhappy heart beats fast, friends, but not at adornment or gold; nor will I set up choruses with the maidens of Argos and beat my foot in the mazes of the dance. By tears I pass the night; tears are my unhappy care day by day. See if my filthy hair, and the rags of my dress, will be fit for a princess, a daughter of Agamemnon, or for Troy, once taken, which remembers my father.
Troy (Turkey) (search for this): card 157
Electra washed by the very last bath, in the most piteous bed of death. Oh, me, your bitter cleaving by the axe, father, the bitter plans of the way from Troy! Your wife welcomed you with no victor's garlands or crowns, but with a two-edged sword, making you the mournful victim of Aigisthus, she got a treacherous bed-fellow.
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