Joy to the Atridan’s halls is wealth to me.
Clytemnestra.
I lifted first the shout of jubilee,
Then when the midnight sign of the courier fire
Told the deep downfall of the captured Troy;
But one then mocked my faith, that I believed
The fire-sped message in so true a tale.
’Tis a light thing to buoy a woman’s heart
With hopeful news, they cried; and with these words
They wildered my weak wit. And yet I sped