AGAMEMNON
Watchman.
I pray the gods a respite from these toils,
This long year’s watch that, dog-like, I have kept,
High on the Atridan’s battlements,[n1] beholding
The nightly council of the stars, the circling
Of the celestial signs, and those bright regents,
High-swung in ether, that bring mortal men
Summer and winter. Here I watch the torch,
The appointed flame that wings a voice from Troy,