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_Or._ In the palace still
Somewhere he lurks; but I will drag him forth;
By his soft locks I'll drag him with my hand:
There is no prayer, nor god, nor force of hell
Shall snatch thee from me. I will make thee plow
The dust with thy vile body to the tomb
Of Agamemnon,--I will drag thee thither
And pour out there all thine adulterous blood.
_El._ Orestes, dost thou not believe me?--me!
_Or._ Who'rt thou? I want Aegisthus.
_El._ He is fled.
_Or._ He's fled, and you, ye wretches, linger here?
But I will find him.
_Enter_ CLYTEMNESTRA.
_Cly._ Oh, have pity, son!
_Or._ Pity? Whose son am I? Atrides' son
Am I.
_Cly._ Aegisthus, loaded with chains--
_Or._ He lives yet?
O joy! Let me go slay him!
_Cly._ Nay, kill me!
I slew thy father--I alone. Aegisthus
Had no guilt in it.
_Or._ Who, who grips my arm!
Who holds me back? O Madness! Ah Aegisthus!
I see him; they drag him hither--Off with thee!
_Cly._ Orestes, dost thou not know thy mother?
_Or._ Die,
Aegisthus! By Orestes' hand, die, villain! [_Exit._
_Cly._ Ah, thou'st escaped me! Thou shalt slay me
first! [_Exit_.


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