Or founder, wrecked and wrecking in the shoals;
And where but now our vessels sought to land,
They flee the land and choose the angry waves.575
With dawn the sea's destructive rage was spent,
And full atonement had been made to Troy.
Then came the sun again; and brightening day
Revealed the awful havoc of the night.
Clytemnestra: I know not which were better, grief or joy.
I do rejoice to see my lord again,580
And yet my kingdom's losses counsel tears.