Ægisthus.
But that these should loose and lavish reckless blossoms of the tongue,
And in hazard of their fortune cast upon me words of wrong,
And forget the law of subjects, and revile their ruler's word—
Chorus.
Ruler? but 'tis not for Argives thus to own a dastard lord.
Ægisthus.
I will follow to chastise thee in my coming days of sway.
Chorus.
Not if Fortune guide Orestes safely on his homeward way.
Ægisthus.
Ah, well I know how exiles feed on hopes of their return.
Chorus.
Fare and batten on pollution of the right, while 'tis thy turn.
Ægisthus.
Thou shalt pay, be well assured, heavy quittance for thy pride.
Chorus.
Crow and strut, with her to watch thee, like a cock his mate beside!
Clytemnestra.
Heed not thou too highly of them let the cur-pack growl and yell:
I and thou will rule the palace and will order all things well.
