"“For we sat down in leaguer overseas Doing great feats of arms, while Aegisthus at ease Deep in horse-pasturing Argos won the soul Of Agamenmon's wife with flatteries.“And glorious Clytemnestra first for long Rejected utterly the deed of wrong: For her own mind was right; and by her side She had for guardian a man skilled in song,“Into whose keeping Atreus' son had lent His wife, when to the Trojan land he went, Charging him well to guard her: but when fate Ordained her fall and her entanglement,“He to an island not inhabited Bore off the minstrel, and there left him dead, A prey to birds, and to his house the Queen, Her will consenting to his will, he led."