Is she who in such speech boasts o'er her husband!
Klu. Ye test me as I were a witless woman:
But I—with heart intrepid—to you knowers
Say (and thou—if thou wilt or praise or blame me,
Comes to the same)—this man is Agamemnon,
My husband, dead, the work of the right hand here,
Ay, of a just artificer: so things are.
Cho. What evil, O woman, food or drink, earth-bred
Or sent from the flowing sea,
Of such having fee