“O black night, you who nurse he golden stars! In you I go, bearing this jar poised on my head, to fetch water from springs of rivers; not that any need pushes me to this point, but so I may show the gods the insolence of Aegisthus, and pour out my griefs under huge heaven to my father’s spirit. My mother, Tyndareos’ daughter, lost in wickedness, to show Aegisthus other sons, she treats me and O restes both s bastards of her house.”
