_Clytæm._ Nay, not dishonourable
His death doth seem to me:
Did he not work a doom,
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Mine own dear child, begotten of this man,
Iphigeneia, wept with many a tear,
He slew; now slain himself in recompense,
Let him not boast in Hell,
Since he the forfeit pays,
Pierced by the sword in death,
For all the evil that his hand began.