That ever wades through crime to other crime!
With blood we soothe the winds, with blood we war.170
Nurse: Yet by that blood a thousand vessels sailed.
Clytemnestra: But not with favoring omens did they sail;
The port of Aulis fairly drave them forth.
So launched in war, he still no better fared.
Smit with a captive's love, unmoved by prayer,175
He held as spoil the child of Phoebus' priest,
E'en then, as now, a sacred maiden's thrall.
Nor could the stern Achilles bend his will,