Clytemnestra: Nay, enough, enough, my champion! we will smite and
slay no more.
Already have we reaped enough the harvest-field of guilt:
Enough of wrong and murder, let no other blood be spilt.
Peace, old men! and pass away unto the homes by Fate decreed,
Lest ill valour meet our vengeance--'twas a necessary deed.
But enough of toils and troubles--be the end, if ever, now,
Ere thy talon, O Avenger, deal another deadly blow.
'Tis a woman's word of warning, and let who will list thereto.
Aegisthus: 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--
Leader: Ruler? but 'tis not for Argives, thus to own a dastard lord!
Aegisthus: I will follow to chastise thee in my coming days of sway.
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