If the true master dwelleth in his home.
Ah, Zeus! the All-worker, Zeus, work out for me
All that I pray for; let it be thy care
To look to what Thou purposest to work.[[346]]
[Exeunt Agamemnon, walking on the tapestry,
Clytæmnestra, and her attendants
Strophe I
Chor. Why thus continually
Do haunting phantoms hover at the gate
Of my foreboding heart?