Shall blaze, through all the ransomed halls,
And the son his father’s wealth
Shall win, and with his sceptre sway.
In the bloody combat fresh,
He shall risk it, one with two;
Hand to hand the fight shall be.
Godlike son of Agamemnon,
Jove give strength to thee!
Ægisthus.
(from within)
Ah me! I fall. Ah! Ah!