SCENE II

ELECTRA

_Electra_--Aegisthus flies from me, and he does well; But I behold that likewise from my sight My mother seeks to fly. Infatuated And wretched mother! She could not resist The guilty eagerness for the last time To see Aegisthus.--They have here, at length, Conferred together ... But Aegisthus seems Too much elated, and too confident, For one condemned to exile ... She appeared Like one disturbed in thought, but more possessed With anger and resentment than with grief ... O Heavens! who knows to what that miscreant base, With his infernal arts, may have impelled her! To what extremities have wrought her up!... Now, now, indeed, I tremble: what misdeeds, How black in kind, how manifold in number, Do I behold! ... Yet, if I speak, I kill My mother: ... If I'm silent--? ...