AG. [Ay,] having sacrificed such offerings as it behooves me to sacrifice to the Gods.

CLY.  But where shall we set out a banquet for the women?

AG.  Here, by the fair-pooped ships of the Greeks.

CLY.  Well, and poorly,[58] forsooth! but may it nevertheless turn out well.

AG.  Do then thou knowest what, O lady, and obey me.

CLY.  In what? for I am accustomed to obey thee.

AG.  We indeed in this place, where the bridegroom is—­

CLY.  Will do what without the mother, [of those things] which it behooves me to do?

AG. —­will bestow your daughter among the Greeks.

CLY.  But where must I be in the mean time?

AG.  Go to Argos, and take care of your virgins.

CLY.  Leaving my child?  And who will bear the [nuptial] torch?

AG.  I will furnish the light that becomes the nuptials.

CLY.  The custom is not thus, but you think these matters trifles.

AG.  It is not proper that thou shouldst mingle in the crowd of the army.

CLY.  It is proper that I, the mother, should bestow at least my own daughter.

AG.  And it [is proper] that the damsels at home should not be alone.

CLY.  They are well guarded in their close chambers.

AG.  Obey me.

CLY. [No,] by the Argive Goddess queen.  But go you, and attend to matters abroad, but I [will mind] the affairs at home, as to the things which should be present to virgins at their wedding.[59]

AG.  Alas!  In vain have I toiled,[60] and have been frustrated in my hope, wishing to send my wife out of my sight.  But I am using stratagems, and finding contrivances against those I best love, overcome at all points.  But nevertheless with the prophet Calchas I will go and ask the pleasure of the Goddess, not fortunate for me, the trouble of Greece.[61] But it behooves a wise man either to support a useful and good wife in his house or not to marry at all.[62]

CHORUS.  The assembly of the Grecian army will come to Simois, and to the silver eddies, both with ships and with arms, to Ilium, and to the Phoebeian plain of Troy, where I hear that Cassandra, adorned with a green-blossoming crown of laurel, lets loose her yellow locks, when the prophetic influence of the Gods breathes upon her.  And the Trojans will stand upon the towers of Troy and around its walls, when brazen-shielded Mars, borne over the sea in fair-prowed ships, approaches the beds of Simois by rowing, seeking to bear away Helen, [the sister] of the twain sons of Jove in heaven, into the land of Greece, by the war-toiling shields and spears of the Greeks.  But having surrounded Pergamus,[63] the city of the Phrygians, around its towers of stone, with bloody Mars, having torn off the heads [of the citizens] cut from their necks, having completely ravaged the city of Troy, he will make the daughters and wife of Priam shed many tears.  But Helen, the daughter