So, he goes down, and the life is bursting out of him—Great sprays of blood, and the murderous showerWounds me, dyes me black and I, I revellike the Earth when the spring rains come down,the blessed gifts of God, and the new green spearsplits the sheath and rips to birth in glory!So, it stands, elders of Argos gathered here.Rejoice if you can rejoice—I glory.And if I'd pour upon his body the libationit deserves, what wine could match my words?It is right and more than right. He floodedthe vessel of our proud house with misery,with the vintage of the curse and nowhe drains the dregs.

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