And thou in this vain strife
Must be perforce the conqueror; is it so?
Clytemnestra.
’Tis even so: for once give me the reins.
Agamemnon.
Thou hast thy will. Come, boy, unbind these sandals,[n65]
That are the prostrate subjects to my feet,
When I do tread; for with shod feet I never
May leave my print on the sea-purple, lest
Some god with jealous eye look from afar