Bring back, I pray, our remnant with good omens.

O kingly halls! O venerated seats!

O dear-loved roofs, and ye sun-fronting gods,[n48]

If ever erst, now on this happy day,

With these bright-beaming eyes, duly receive

Your late returning king; for Agamemnon

Comes, like the sun, a common joy to all.

Greet him with triumph, as beseems the man,

Who with the mattock of justice-bringing Jove

Hath dug the roots of Troy, hath made its altars