Where are they, and thine own firm-plighted vows?
Choose all for foemen rather than the gods.
Orestes.
Thou hast prevailed; wisely thou promptest me;
[To Clytemnestra.
So follow;—by his side I thee would slay. 890
In life thou didst exalt him o'er my sire;
Since him thou lovest, sleep with him in death;
Whom thou wast bound to love thou didst abhor.
Clytemnestra.
I nourished thee;—with thee I would grow old.
Orestes.
Thou, slayer of my father, dwell with me!
Clytemnestra.
Fate was, my child, accomplice in these woes.
Orestes.
And Fate it is who doth this death ordain.
Clytemnestra.
Dost not a parent's curse revere, my child?
Orestes.
My mother, thou didst cast me forth for woe.
Clytemnestra.
Not outcast wast thou in a friendly house. 900
Orestes.
Sold doubly was I, scion of free sire.
