The Oresteia: Agamemnon / The Libation Bearers / The Eumenides

by Aeschylus

There is the sea and who will drain it dry? Precious as silver, inexhaustible, ever-new, it breeds the more we reap it— tides on tides of crimson dye our robes blood-red. Our lives are based on wealth, my king, the gods have seen to that.