[A loud cry from within.
VOICE OF AGAMEMNON
O I am sped—a deep, a mortal blow.
CHORUS
Listen, listen! who is screaming as in mortal agony?
VOICE OF AGAMEMNON
O! O! again, another, another blow!
CHORUS
The bloody act is over—I have heard the monarch’s cry—
Let us swiftly take some counsel, lest we too be doomed to die.
ONE OF THE CHORUS
’Tis best, I judge, aloud for aid to call,
“Ho! loyal Argives! to the palace, all!”
ANOTHER
Better, I deem, ourselves to bear the aid,
And drag the deed to light, while drips the blade.
ANOTHER
Such will is mine, and what thou say’st I say:
Swiftly to act! the time brooks no delay.
ANOTHER
Ay, for ’tis plain, this prelude of their song
Foretells its close in tyranny and wrong.
ANOTHER
Behold, we tarry—but thy name, Delay,
They spurn, and press with sleepless hand to slay.