 | Agamemnon |  |
SCENE THE THIRD.
Agamemnon, Electra.Aga.
Electra, would'st thou think it? in his presence
I felt throughout my soul a shrinking back
I never felt before.
276
Thou hast done well
Thus to dismiss him: never do I see him
Without a strange antipathy.
Aga.
Our sires,
In characters of blood, in us have graven
An interchangeable and lasting hate.
Reason, perhaps, may teach me to suppress,
What neither time nor reason can destroy.
| Agamemnon | |