ELECTRA
Slandered me as the murderer of his sire
And breathed forth vengeance?—Neither night nor day
Kind slumber closed these eyes, and immanent dread
Of death each minute stretched me on the rack.
But now on this glad day, of terror rid
From him and her, a deadlier plague than he,
That vampire who was housed with me to drain
My very life blood—now, despite her threats
Methinks that I shall pass my days in peace.
Electra
Ah woe is me! now verily may I mourn
Thy fate, Orestes, when thou farest thus,
Mocked by thy mother in death! Is it not well?
Clytemnestra
Not well with thee, but it is well with him.
Electra
Hear her. Avenging Spirit of the dead
Whose ashes still are warm!
Clytemnestra
The Avenger heard
When it behoved her, and hath ruled it well.
Electra
Mock on; this is thine hour of victory.
Clytemnestra
That hour Orestes shall not end, nor thou.
Electra
End it! ’Tis we are ended and undone.
Clytemnestra
Thy coming. Sir, would merit large reward,
If thou indeed hast stopped her wagging tongue.
Aged Servant
Then I may take my leave, if all is well.
