Each from the other fired with happy news,
And last and first was victor in the race.[n35]
Such the fair tidings that my lord hath sent,
A sign that Troy hath fallen.
Chorus.
And for its fall
Our voice shall hymn the gods anon: meanwhile
I’m fain to drink more wonder from thy words.
Clytemnestra.
This day Troy fell. Methinks I see’t; a host