Save swallow jabber,[f21] she shall hear my voice.
I’ll pierce her marrow with it.
Chorus.
Captive maid,
Obey! thou shouldst; ’tis best; be thou persuaded
To leave thy chariot-seat and follow her.
Clytemnestra.
No time have I to stand without the gate
Prating with her. Within, on the central hearth,
The fire burns bright, the sheep’s fat slaughter waiting,