On the high temples of the gods we hang
These spoils, a shining grace, there to remain
An heritage for ever.[n50] These things to hear
Shall men rejoice, and with fair praises laud
The state and its great generals, laud the grace
Of Jove the Consummator. I have said.
Chorus.
I own thy speech the conqueror; for a man
Can never be too old to learn good news,
And though thy words touch Clytemnestra most,