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Agamemnon

A Tragedy
  
  
  

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SCENE II.
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SCENE II.

CLYTEMNESTRA.
This new felt penitence I cannot credit.—
Men that do injuries, regard their ill,

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Like harsh injustice done against themselves,
And seek to vindicate, by doing more.
He feigns reluctance, but his thoughts are firm;
His questions still have been to prove the way,
And once or twice, he slurr'd my constancy.
To doubt of me, whose fondness has o'erleap'd,
So far, the bound of all impediment.—
He never met me with that earnest warmth
Which my desiring bosom still required.—
His love of pomp and lordly equipage,
The fatal source of all our present fears,
Shows an ambitious demon in his breast.
What; if when I have placed him on the throne,
He change like other minions to their fond,
And strike aside the hand that raised him up;
Then am I lost again. Oh! fated fool.