Electra: Ah, woe is me! Now, indeed, Orestes, thy fortune may be lamented,
when it is thus with thee, and thou art mocked by this thy mother!
Is it not well?
Clytemnestra: Not with thee; but his state is well.
Electra: Hear, Nemesis of him who hath lately died!
Clytemnestra: She hath heard who should be heard, and hath ordained
well.
Electra: Insult us, for this is the time of thy triumph.
Clytemnestra: Then will not Orestes and thou silence me?
Electra: We are silenced; much less should we silence thee.
Clytemnestra: Thy coming, sir, would deserve large recompense, if
thou hast hushed her clamorous tongue.
Paedagogus: Then I may take my leave, if all is well.
Clytemnestra: Not so; thy welcome would then be unworthy of me, and
of the ally who sent thee. Nay, come thou in; and leave her without,
to make loud lament for herself and for her friends. (Clytemnestra
and the Paedagogus enter the palace.)
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