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SCENE IX.
CLYTEMNESTRA.Cunning, perfidious hag! thy insolence
Full truly proves, that I have stood on ice;
A slippery stead, deceitful and unsound!
But, why not her, as well as either, suffer?
She scruples not, to save herself by us!
Should we then pause to save ourselves by her?
But, how? There is not time; and were she hush'd,
Some other parasyte of patronage,
Will serve again th'ingredients for our death.
Ha! is there here a demon, prompting me?
If we could kill the king.—Tremendous thought.
My soul is curdled with the bare conceit!
But, if he live, I shall be slain myself:
And, how may this aspiring deed be done?
Or, by Arsinoe? Or, by Egysthus?
By posset, or by poiniard? Her, no more,
Dare I confide in: and, if he should turn,
And give me up, to buy his own escape—
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