Agamemnon Monologues Clytemnestra
Agamemnon Monologue by Aeschylus Character: Clytemnestra Gender: Female Age (range):? Style: Drama Length: 4 minutes CLYTEMNESTRA: Though much to suit the times before was said, It shames me not the opposite to speak: For, plotting against foes,--our seeming friends,-- How else contrive with Ruin's wily snare, Too high to overleap, to fence them round? To me, not mindless of an ancient feud, Hath come at last this contest;--late indeed.. So was it wrought (and this I'll not deny), That he could neither 'scape, nor ward his doom; Around him, like a fish-encircling net, This garment's deadly splendour did I cast;-- Him twice I smote, and he, with twofold groan, His limbs relaxed;--then, prostrate where he lay, Him with third blow I dowered, votive gift To nether Hades, saviour of the dead.. Such goblets having filled with cursed ills At home,--himself on his return drains off. Muat Turun Al Quran Dan Terjemahan Ayat Beserta Ayat Episode 1
agamemnon monologues clytemnestra
Agamemnon Monologue by Aeschylus Character: Clytemnestra Gender: Female Age (range):? Style: Drama Length: 4 minutes CLYTEMNESTRA: Though much to suit the times before was said, It shames me not the opposite to speak: For, plotting against foes,--our seeming friends,-- How else contrive with Ruin's wily snare, Too high to overleap, to fence them round? To me, not mindless of an ancient feud, Hath come at last this contest;--late indeed.. So was it wrought (and this I'll not deny), That he could neither 'scape, nor ward his doom; Around him, like a fish-encircling net, This garment's deadly splendour did I cast;-- Him twice I smote, and he, with twofold groan, His limbs relaxed;--then, prostrate where he lay, Him with third blow I dowered, votive gift To nether Hades, saviour of the dead.. Such goblets having filled with cursed ills At home,--himself on his return drains off. cea114251b Muat Turun Al Quran Dan Terjemahan Ayat Beserta Ayat Episode 1
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