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.