Aegisthus: Oh lost, undone! Yet suffer me to say one word...
Electra: In heaven's name, my brother, suffer him not to speak further,
or to plead at length! When mortals are in the meshes of fate, how
can such respite avail one who is to die? No,- slay him forthwith,
and cast his corpse to the creatures from whom such as he should have
burial, far from our sight! To me, nothing but this can make amends
for the woes of the past.
Orestes: (to Aegisthus) Go in, and quickly; the issue here is not
of words, but of thy life.
Aegisthus: Why take me into the house? If this deed be fair, what
need of darkness? Why is thy hand not prompt to strike?
Orestes: Dictate not, but go where thou didst slay my father, that
in the same place thou mayest die.
Aegisthus: Is this dwelling doomed to see all woes of Pelops' line,
now, and in time to come?
Orestes: Thine, at least; trust my prophetic skill so far.
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