Chapter 7

CLYTEMNESTRA--AESGISTHUS

_Cly._--What have I done? Where am I?...

_Aegis_.--Thou hast slain the tyrant: now At length thou'rt worthy of me.

_Cly._--See, with blood The dagger drips;... my hands, my face, my garments, All, all are blood... Oh, for a deed like this, What vengeance will be wreaked!... I see already Already to my breast that very steel I see hurled 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!...

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