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SCENE VIII.
Clytemnestra, Egistus, Cassandra, &c.Clytemnestra.
Off! give me way! to Desarts let me fly!
The wildest Savage there!—
Why pierce me thus with Looks?—In every Eye
There is a Dagger; chief in thine (to Egistus)
—Ha! Villain!
I know Thee; know these Eyes, where smiling Love,
To the red Glarings of a Fury's Torch,
Is now transform'd.—Yes, Traitor! turn away:
But, ere you go, give me my Peace again;
Give me my happy Family around;
Give me my Virtue, Honour, nay my Glory;
Or give me Death, tho' Death cannot relieve me—
Are these the Deeds of Love?—I cannot step,
Unless I dip my shivering Feet in Blood.
Compar'd with this polluted this dire Palace,
The Sepulcher is gay.—But whither fly?—
Ah! what avails it where the Guilty fly,
Since from themselves they cannot!—Ha! Behold!
The black Abyss discloses to my View;
And down I go, a dark a deep Descent!—
Hell from beneath is mov'd at my Approach:
It's Princes flock around. Behold, they say,
The greatly-wretched, greatly-wicked Woman!
She who preferr'd the Villain to the Hero!
The Trojan Shades, with sharp Derision, thank me:
The Grecian droop—Lo! where he comes himself!
See! How in sullen Majesty he stalks!—
Oh look not on me with that silent Scorn!—
I am too curs'd already!—
[Faints into the Arms of her Attendants.
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Bear her hence:
And look she be attended well.—At last,
I shall o'er toiling Fate the Victory gain—
What new Alarm?
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