 | Orestes |  |
SCENE THE EIGHTH.
Clytemnestra, Electra, Pylades, Orestes, Followers of Orestes and Pylades.Cly.
Son, have pity.
361
Pity!
Whose son am I? I am Atrides' son.
Cly.
Ægisthus is already bound with fetters.
Ores.
Does he yet breathe? Oh joy! I go to slay him.
Cly.
Oh pause! 'Twas only I that kill'd thy father;
Rather kill me ... Ægisthus of that crime
Was never guilty.
Ores.
Who, who clasps my arm?
Who would detain me thus? Oh rage! Ægisthus ...
I see him: hither dragg'd he comes ... unloose me.
Cly.
Orestes, know'st thou not thy mother?
Ores.
Die,
Ægisthus!—miscreant, perish!—by the hand
Now of Orestes die!
| Orestes | |