Aping the Phocian tongue. If then it chance
(As seems most like, for this whole house with ills
Is sheer possessed)[n41] that with a welcome greeting
No servant shall receive us, we will wait
Till some one pass, and for their churlish ways
Rate them thus sharply. “Sirs, why dare ye shut
Inhospitable doors against the stranger,[n42]
Making Ægisthus sin against the gods?”
When thus I pass the threshold of his courts,
And see him sitting on my father’s throne,