Murder of Agamemnon
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Agamemnon's murder · murder of Agamemnon · Agamemnon's death · bloody axe · butchered me most miserably · butchering an ox in the shambles · death by the guile of his wife · death-strokes · he was dreadfully murdered by a woman · his murder
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Odyssey
Aigisthos's murder of Agamemnon after seducing his wife, committed despite Hermes's warning delivered on Zeus's orders.
At that moment he was thinking of Aigisthos, who had been killed by Agamemnon's son Orestes;
he must needs make love to Agamemnon's wife unrighteously and then kill Agamemnon, though he knew it would be the death of him;
whereon Agamemnon kissed his native soil, and shed tears of joy at finding himself in his own country.
Electra
The earlier killing of Agamemnon by Clytemnestra in the bath, recalled by the Chorus as the originating crime that the present action avenges.
Chorus:
At another time my leader, my own, fell murdered in the bath, and the roof and stone walls of the house cried aloud, while he said:
Chorus:
Iphigenia in Tauris
The killing of Agamemnon by Clytemnestra upon his return from Troy, reported to Iphigenia during her questioning of the disguised Orestes.
Iphigenia:
Yes, for he was dreadfully murdered by a woman.
Orestes: The wretched man is dead, and in addition he destroyed another.
Orestes
Clytemnestra's killing of her husband Agamemnon upon his return from Troy.
all from that one accursed mother, who slew her husband, after snaring him in an inextricable robe.
For I learned Agamemnon’s fate and the death he died at his wife’s hands, as I was trying to put in at Malea;
When I arrived at Nauplia, my wife already on the point of starting here, I was expecting to give a fond embrace to Orestes, Agamemnon’s son, and his mother, thinking that they were doing well, when I heard from a sailor the unholy murder of Tyndareus’ child.
Electra
The killing of Agamemnon inside his house, attributed to Clytemnestra and Aegisthus and remembered as treacherous bloodshed.
Your father—this and nothing else is your constant pretext—was slain by me.
Mournful was the voice heard at his return, and mournful the voice amidst your father’s reclining banquet when the straight, swift blow of the bronze-jawed axe was sped against him.
O that night, the terrible grief of that unutterable feast, the shameless death-strokes my father saw from their twin hands, hands which took my life captive by treachery, which cast me to ruin!