Yet the Erinnyes have not lost all traces of the ghost-cult of primitive ancestor-worship and fertility-worship. We have already quoted[95] the magnificent passage in which they promise their blessings to the Attic land. We are reminded of primitive ancestral ghosts by the words which Clytaemnestra (herself a ghost) speaks to the Erinnyes[96]:
Much wealth of mine ye have glutted, drink offerings,
Unmixed with wine, tempered to soothe your heart;
And rich burnt offerings at dead of night,
That hour of dread, avoided by all gods.
The conception of the Erinnyes as Titans is established by comparing their frequent references in this play to Apollo and Athene as ‘younger gods’[97] with their words applied by Prometheus, in another play, to the Olympian gods[98]:
Yet who but I to these new deities
Gave and determined each prerogative?
and again[99]: