The theme of nets and woven fabrics runs throughout Aeschylus’ play, from the tapestries that Agamemnon walks across to the robe which – if it was like the one on the pot – apparently has the ends of the sleeves sewn together, or perhaps no sleeves at all. The imagery is consistent: Clytemnestra is the hunter, Agamemnon her prey. And weaving, which is the idealized task of ‘good’ women in myth (we’ll look at Penelope, later on, and her weaving and unweaving of a shroud), has become something darker, much more dangerous.
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