Again behold the light of day. Arise,
Cassandra, and recall thy sluggish sense.
That shelter from our woes, so long desired, 790
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 shrine
My father fell.
Agamemnon: ⁠We will together pray
In thankfulness to Jove.
Cassandra: ⁠Hercean Jove?
Agamemnon: Thou think'st of Ilium?
Cassandra: ⁠And Priam too.
Agamemnon: This is not Troy. 795
Cassandra: ⁠Where a Helen is, is Troy.
Agamemnon: Fear not thy mistress, though in captive's bonds.
Cassandra: But freedom is at hand.
Agamemnon: ⁠Live on secure.
Cassandra: I think that death is my security.
Agamemnon: For thee there's naught to fear.
Cassandra: ⁠But much for thee.
Agamemnon: What can a victor fear?
Cassandra: ⁠What least he fears.
Agamemnon: Keep her, ye faithful slaves, in careful guard, 800
Till she shall throw this mood of madness off,
Lest in unbridled rage she harm herself.
To thee, O father, who the blinding bolt
Dost 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, 805
Argolic Juno, here I offer now
All fitting gifts—and so fulfil my vow.
⁠[Exit into the palace.]

Chorus of Argive women: O Argos, famed for thy worthy sons,
And dear to the jealous Juno's heart,