How, think'st thou, has the fall of Troy pricked on250
His soul, by nature harsh, to greater harshness?
Mycenae's king he went; he will return
Her tyrant. So doth fortune foster pride.
With how great pomp this throng of rivals comes!
But one of these, surpassing all the rest,
Apollo's priestess, holds the king in thrall.255
And wilt thou meekly share thy lord with her?
But she will not. A wife's last infamy—
To see her rival ruling in her stead.