[Enter Clytemnestra in time to hear the concluding words of the herald.]
Clytemnestra: Oh, joyful tidings that I long to hear!
But where delays my lord, whom I with grief
For ten long years have waited? Doth the sea
Still stay his course, or hath he gained the land?
Eurybates: Unharmed, by glory crowned, increased in praise,400
He hath set foot upon the long-sought shore.
Clytemnestra: Then hail this day with joy, and thank the gods
Who, though their favoring aid was late bestowed,
At last have smiled propitious on our cause.