ORESTES.
Thy love is he? Then shalt thou share his tomb,
And be his faithful consort to the end.
CLYTAEMNESTRA.
Oh, stay thy hand, my child, and spare this breast,
On which so often thou didst slumbering lie
And suck with baby lips the milk of life.
ORESTES.
Say, Pylades, shall nature's plea be heard?
PYLADES.
Half of Apollo's best has been fulfilled;
Think on the other half and on thine oath.
Better defy the world than brave the gods.
ORESTES.
Thou hast well spoken, and I do assent.