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_ And who had been enough
For that? To stay my arm? I hurled myself
Upon him; not more swift the thunderbolt.
The coward wept, and those vile tears the more
Filled me with hate. A man that durst not die
Slew thee, my father!
_El._ Now is our sire avenged!
Calm thyself now, and tell me, did thine eyes
Behold not Pylades?
_Or._ I saw Aegisthus;
None other. Where is dear Pylades? And why
Did he not second me in this glorious deed?
_El._ I had confided to his care our mad
And desperate mother.
_Or._ I knew nothing of them.
_Enter_ PYLADES.
_El._ See, Pylades returns--O heavens, what do I see?
Returns alone?
_Or._ And sad? Oh wherefore sad,
Part of myself, art thou? Know'st not I've slain
Yon villain? Look, how with his life-blood yet
My sword is dripping! Ah, thou did'st not share
His death-blow with me! Feed then on this sight
Thine eyes, my Pylades!
_Pyl._ O sight! Orestes,
Give me that sword.
_Or._ And wherefore?
_Pyl._ Give it me.
_Or._ Take it.
_Pyl._ Oh listen! We may not tarry longer
Within these borders; come--
_Or._ But what--
_El_. Oh speak!
Where's Clytemnestra?
_Or.


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