So Agamemnon seeks to throw aside895
The floating, blinding folds. In vain; and yet,
Though blind and bound, he seeks his enemy.
Now frenzied Clytemnestra snatches up
A two-edged battle-ax; and, as the priest,
Before he smites the sacrificial bull,
Marks well the spot and meditates his aim:
So she her impious weapon balances.900
He has the blow. 'Tis done. The severed head
Hangs loosely down, and floods the trunk with gore.