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SCENE THE FOURTH.

Clytemnestra, Ægisthus.
Cly.
What have I done? ...
Where am I? ...

Ægis.
Hast thou slain the tyrant? Now
At length thou art worthy of me.

Cly.
See, with blood
The dagger drops; ... my hands, my face, my garments,
All, all are blood. ... Ah, for a deed like this
What vengeance shall be wreak'd? .. I see already,
Already to my breast that very sword
I see hurl'd back ... and by what hand! .. I freeze ..
I faint ... I shudder ... I dissolve with horror!
My strength ... my utterance ... fail me ... where am I? ...
What have I done? ... Alas! ...

Ægis.
Tremendous cries
Resound on every side throughout the palace:
'Tis time to shew the Argives what I am,
And reap the harvest of my long endurance.