On unwelcome strife.
But now all’s well. No shallow smiles
We wear for thee, thy weary toils
All finished. Thou shalt know anon
What friends do serve thee truly,
And who in thy long absence used
Their stewardship unduly.
Enter Agamemnon with attendants; Cassandra behind.
Agamemnon.
First Argos hail! and ye, my country’s gods,