Agamemnon: Act IV
Agamemnon: At last in safety am I home returned.Oh, hail, belovéd land! I bring thee spoilFrom many barbarous tribes; and Troy at length,So long the mistress of the haughty east,Submits herself as suppliant to thee.But see, Cassandra faints, and trembling fallsWith nerveless form. Ye slaves with speed uplift her;Revive her drooping spirits with the chillOf water on her face. Her languid eyesAgain behold the light of day. Arise,Cassandra, and recall thy sluggish sense.That shelter from our woes, so long desired,Is here at last. This is a festal day.Cassandra: Remember Ilium's festal day.
Agamemnon: But come,We'll kneel before the shrine.
Cassandra: Before the shrineMy father fell.
Agamemnon: We will together prayIn thankfulness to Jove.
Agamemnon: Thou think'st of Ilium?
Agamemnon: This is not Troy.
Agamemnon: Fear not thy mistress, though in captive's bonds.
Cassandra: But freedom is at hand.
Cassandra: I think that death is my security.
Agamemnon: For thee there's naught to fear.
Agamemnon: What can a victor fear?
Agamemnon: Keep her, ye faithful slaves, in careful guard,Till she shall throw this mood of madness off,Lest in unbridled rage she harm herself.To thee, O father, who the blinding boltDost hurl, at whose command the clouds disperse,Who rul'st the starry heavens and the lands,To whom triumphant victors bring their spoils;And thee, O sister of thy mighty lord,Argolic Juno, here I offer nowAll fitting gifts--and so fulfil my vow.
Chorus of Argive women: O Argos, famed for thy worthy sons,And dear to the jealous Juno's heart,How mighty the children who feed at thy breast!Thou hast added a god to the ranks of immortals;For Alcides has won by his labors heroicThe right to be named with the lords of the sky.Alcides the great! at his birth were the lawsOf the universe broken; for Jove bade the nightTo double the dew-laden hours of the darkness.At his command did the god of the sunTo a sluggish pace restrain his car;And slow of foot around their course,O pale, white moon, thy horses paced.He also checked his feet, the star,Which hails the dawn, but glows as oftIn the evening sky; and he marveled that heShould be called Hesperus. 'Tis said that AuroraRoused to her wonted task, but againSank back to her sleep on the breast of Tithonus:For long must the night be, and tardy the morning,That waits for the birth of a hero divine.The swift-whirling vault of the sky stood stillTo greet thee, O youth to the heavens appointed.Thy labors how many and mighty! Thy handHas the terrible lion of Nemea felt,The fleet-footed hind, and the ravaging boarThat Arcadia feared. Loud bellowed the bullWhen torn from the fields of Crete;Thou didst conquer the Hydra, which fed on destruction,And severed the last of its multiplied heads.The dread giant, Geryon, three monsters in one,Fell slain with one blow of thy crashing club;But his oxen, the famous Hesperian herds,Were driven away as the spoils of the east.The terrible steeds of the Thracian king,Which their master fed not on the grass of the Strymon,Or the green banks of Hebrus (but, cruel and bloody,With flesh of the hapless wayfarer he fed them),These steeds did our Hercules take, and in vengeance,As their last gory feast gave the flesh of their master.The spoil of her girdle Hippolyte sawA-gleam on her conqueror's breast.The Stymphalian bird fell down from the cloudsBy his arrows death-smitten,And the tree which bears the fruit of goldFeared his approach, but, despoiled of its treasures,Lifted high in the air its burdenless branches.Forth from the ravished grove he strodeWith its golden fruit full laden; in vainDid the deadly, sleepless dragon guardHear the sound of the musical metal.By triple chains to the upper worldThe hound of hell was meekly dragged;His three great mouths in silence gaped,Amazed by the light of day.And, greatest of toils, beneath his might,The lying house of DardanusWas overthrown, and felt the forceOf that dread bow which it was doomedIn far-off time to feel again.Ten days sufficed for Troy's first overthrow;As many years her second ruins know.
Words in this poem 27
- haughty a.
- High; lofty; bold. [OE. hautein, F. hautain, fr. haut high, OF. also halt, fr. L. altus. See Altitude.]
- suppliant a.
- Asking earnestly and submissively; entreating; beseeching; supplicating. [F., p.pr. of supplier to entreat, L. supplicare. See Supplicate, and cf. Supplicant.]
- nerveless a.
- Destitute of nerves.
- uplift v. t.
- To lift or raise aloft; to raise; to elevate; as, to uplift the arm; to uplift a rock.
- festal a.
- Of or pertaining to a holiday or a feast; joyous; festive. [L. festum holiday, feast. See feast.]
- kneel v. i.
- To bend the knee; to fall or rest on the knees; -- sometimes with down. [OE. knelen, cneolien; akin to D. knielen, Dan. knæle. See Knee.]
- jove n.
- The chief divinity of the ancient Romans; Jupiter. [L. Jupiter, gen. Jovis, OL. Jovis, nom. & gen. for Djovis; akin to E. Tuesday. See Tuesday, and cf. Jupiter.]
- shall v. i.
- To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
- unbridled a.
- Loosed from the bridle, or as from the bridle; hence, unrestrained; licentious; violent; as, unbridled passions. [Pref. un- not + bridled.]
- starry a.
- Abounding with stars; adorned with stars.
- argolic a.
- Pertaining to Argolis, a district in the Peloponnesus.
- argive a.
- Of or performance to Argos, the capital of Argolis in Greece. [L. Argivus, fr. Argos, Argi.]
- hast
- , 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.
- bade
- A form of the pat tense of Bid.
- hesperus n.
- Venus when she is the evening star; Hesper. [L. See Hesper.]
- aurora n.
- The rising light of the morning; the dawn of day; the redness of the sky just before the sun rises. [L. aurora, for ausosa, akin to Gr. ushas, and E. east.]
- wonted a.
- Accustomed; customary; usual.
- arcadia n.
- A mountainous and picturesque district of Greece, in the heart of the Peloponnesus, whose people were distinguished for contentment and rural happiness.
- didst
- , the 2d pers. sing. imp. of Do.
- crashing n.
- The noise of many things falling and breaking at once.
- hesperian a.
- Western; being in the west; occidental. [L. hesperius, fr. hesperus the evening star, Gr. Vesper.]
- thracian a.
- Of or pertaining to Thrace, or its people.
- hapless a.
- Without hap or luck; luckless; unfortunate; unlucky; unhappy; as, hapless youth; hapless maid.
- wayfarer n.
- One who travels; a traveler; a passenger.
- gory a.
- Covered with gore or clotted blood. [From Gore.]
- sleepless a.
- Having no sleep; wakeful.
- meekly adv.
- In a meek manner.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Agamemnon: Act IV is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Tragedies of Seneca Translated into English Verse, to Which Have Been Appended Comparative Analyses of the Corresponding Greek and Roman Plays, and a Mythological Index, Project Gutenberg ebook #57999; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: Lucius Annaeus Seneca, Agamemnon: Act IV, in The Tragedies of Seneca (1907), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #57999, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/seneca-tragedies/agamemnon-act-iv.html, id L25715.
Form and metre
Agamemnon: Act IV is 99 lines in 13 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 79%).
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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.
Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.
- 1 --------AA--BB returned · spoil · length · east · thee · falls · her · chill · eyesA · ariseA · sense · desired · dayB · dayB
- 12 --------AA guard · off · herself · bolt · disperse · lands · spoils · lord · nowA · vowA
- 13 ----------A--A--------------B-B-----------------------------CC sons · heart · breast · immortals · heroic · sky · laws · night · darkness · sun · carA · course · paced · starA · oft · he · aurora · again · tithonus · morning · divine · still · appointed · hand · felt · boar · bull · crete · destructionB · heads · oneB · club · herds · east · king · strymon · bloody · them · vengeance · master · saw · breast · clouds · smitten · gold · treasures · branches · strode · vain · guard · metal · world · dragged · gaped · day · might · dardanus · force · doomed · again · overthrowC · knowC
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Agamemnon: At last in safety am I home returned. | 14 | ·˘/····/˘···˘/ |
| Oh, hail, belovéd land! I bring thee spoil | 9 | ········· |
| From many barbarous tribes; and Troy at length, | 10 | ·//˘˘····· |
| So long the mistress of the haughty east, | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| Submits herself as suppliant to thee. | 10 | ·/˘/·/˘˘·· |
| But see, Cassandra faints, and trembling falls | 10 | ··˘/˘··/˘· |
| With nerveless form. Ye slaves with speed uplift her; | 11 | ·/˘·····/˘· |
| Revive her drooping spirits with the chill | 10 | ˘/·/˘/˘··· |
| Of water on her face. Her languid eyes | 10 | ·/˘····/˘· |
| Again behold the light of day. Arise, | 10 | ˘/˘/····˘/ |
| Cassandra, and recall thy sluggish sense. | 10 | ˘/˘·˘/·/˘· |
| That shelter from our woes, so long desired, | 11 | ·/˘·/···˘/˘ |
| Is here at last. This is a festal day. | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Cassandra: Remember Ilium's festal day. | 11 | ˘/˘˘/˘··/˘· |
| Agamemnon: But come, | 6 | ·˘/··· |
| We'll kneel before the shrine. | 6 | ······ |
| Cassandra: Before the shrine | 7 | ˘/˘···· |
| My father fell. | 4 | ·/˘· |
| Agamemnon: We will together pray | 10 | ·˘/···˘/˘· |
| In thankfulness to Jove. | 6 | ······ |
| Agamemnon: Thou think'st of Ilium? | 10 | ·˘/····/˘˘ |
| Agamemnon: This is not Troy. | 8 | ·˘/····· |
| Agamemnon: Fear not thy mistress, though in captive's bonds. | 14 | ·˘/····/˘··/˘· |
| Cassandra: But freedom is at hand. | 9 | ˘/˘·/˘··· |
| Cassandra: I think that death is my security. | 12 | ˘/˘······˘/˘ |
| Agamemnon: For thee there's naught to fear. | 10 | ·˘/······· |
| Agamemnon: What can a victor fear? | 10 | ·˘/····/˘· |
| Agamemnon: Keep her, ye faithful slaves, in careful guard, | 14 | ·˘/····/˘··/˘· |
| Till she shall throw this mood of madness off, | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Lest in unbridled rage she harm herself. | 10 | ··˘/˘···˘/ |
| To thee, O father, who the blinding bolt | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| Dost hurl, at whose command the clouds disperse, | 10 | ····˘/··˘/ |
| Who rul'st the starry heavens and the lands, | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| To whom triumphant victors bring their spoils; | 10 | ··˘/˘/˘··· |
| And thee, O sister of thy mighty lord, | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| Argolic Juno, here I offer now | 10 | ˘/˘/˘··/˘· |
| All fitting gifts--and so fulfil my vow. | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Chorus of Argive women: O Argos, famed for thy worthy sons, | 16 | /˘·/˘/˘·/˘···/˘· |
| And dear to the jealous Juno's heart, | 9 | ····/˘/˘· |
| How mighty the children who feed at thy breast! | 11 | ·/˘·/˘····· |
| Thou hast added a god to the ranks of immortals; | 13 | ··/˘······˘/˘ |
| For Alcides has won by his labors heroic | 12 | ·/·····/˘˘/˘ |
| The right to be named with the lords of the sky. | 11 | ··········· |
| Alcides the great! at his birth were the laws | 10 | /········· |
| Of the universe broken; for Jove bade the night | 12 | ··/˘·/˘····· |
| To double the dew-laden hours of the darkness. | 12 | ·/˘··/˘/··/˘ |
| At his command did the god of the sun | 10 | ··˘/······ |
| To a sluggish pace restrain his car; | 9 | ··/˘·˘/·· |
| And slow of foot around their course, | 8 | ········ |
| O pale, white moon, thy horses paced. | 9 | ·····/˘·˘ |
| He also checked his feet, the star, | 9 | ·/˘·˘···· |
| Which hails the dawn, but glows as oft | 8 | ········ |
| In the evening sky; and he marveled that he | 11 | ··/˘···/˘·· |
| Should be called Hesperus. 'Tis said that Aurora | 12 | ···/˘˘······ |
| Roused to her wonted task, but again | 10 | ·˘··/˘··˘/ |
| Sank back to her sleep on the breast of Tithonus: | 12 | ············ |
| For long must the night be, and tardy the morning, | 12 | ·······/˘·/˘ |
| That waits for the birth of a hero divine. | 11 | ·······/˘˘/ |
| The swift-whirling vault of the sky stood still | 10 | ··/˘······ |
| To greet thee, O youth to the heavens appointed. | 12 | ·······/˘˘/˘ |
| Thy labors how many and mighty! Thy hand | 10 | ·/˘·/·/˘·· |
| Has the terrible lion of Nemea felt, | 10 | ··/˘˘/···· |
| The fleet-footed hind, and the ravaging boar | 10 | ··/˘···/˘· |
| That Arcadia feared. Loud bellowed the bull | 10 | ·˘/˘··/˘·· |
| When torn from the fields of Crete; | 7 | ······· |
| Thou didst conquer the Hydra, which fed on destruction, | 13 | ··/˘·/˘···˘/˘ |
| And severed the last of its multiplied heads. | 11 | ·/˘····/˘·· |
| The dread giant, Geryon, three monsters in one, | 11 | ··/˘···/˘·· |
| Fell slain with one blow of thy crashing club; | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| But his oxen, the famous Hesperian herds, | 12 | ··/˘·/˘˘/˘˘· |
| Were driven away as the spoils of the east. | 10 | ·/˘/······ |
| The terrible steeds of the Thracian king, | 10 | ·/˘˘···/˘· |
| Which their master fed not on the grass of the Strymon, | 13 | ··/˘········· |
| Or the green banks of Hebrus (but, cruel and bloody, | 12 | ········/·/˘ |
| With flesh of the hapless wayfarer he fed them), | 11 | ····/˘/˘··· |
| These steeds did our Hercules take, and in vengeance, | 12 | ···//˘····/˘ |
| As their last gory feast gave the flesh of their master. | 13 | ···/˘······/˘ |
| The spoil of her girdle Hippolyte saw | 10 | ····/˘···· |
| A-gleam on her conqueror's breast. | 8 | ····/˘˘· |
| The Stymphalian bird fell down from the clouds | 10 | ·········· |
| By his arrows death-smitten, | 7 | ··/˘·/˘ |
| And the tree which bears the fruit of gold | 9 | ········· |
| Feared his approach, but, despoiled of its treasures, | 11 | ··˘/·····/˘ |
| Lifted high in the air its burdenless branches. | 12 | /˘········/˘ |
| Forth from the ravished grove he strode | 9 | ·····˘··· |
| With its golden fruit full laden; in vain | 10 | ··/˘··/˘·· |
| Did the deadly, sleepless dragon guard | 9 | ··/˘/˘/˘· |
| Hear the sound of the musical metal. | 10 | ·····/˘˘/˘ |
| By triple chains to the upper world | 9 | ·/˘···/˘· |
| The hound of hell was meekly dragged; | 9 | ·····/˘·˘ |
| His three great mouths in silence gaped, | 9 | ·····/˘·˘ |
| Amazed by the light of day. | 7 | ˘/····· |
| And, greatest of toils, beneath his might, | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| The lying house of Dardanus | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| Was overthrown, and felt the force | 8 | ··˘/···· |
| Of that dread bow which it was doomed | 9 | ········˘ |
| In far-off time to feel again. | 8 | ······˘/ |
| Ten days sufficed for Troy's first overthrow; | 10 | ··˘/···/˘· |
| As many years her second ruins know. | 10 | ·/˘··/˘/˘· |
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