(To CLYTAEMNESTRA.)
Come in; I'll lay thee at thy leman's side.
He to my father living was preferred,
And now in death his partner thou shalt be,
The guerdon due to thy adulterous love.
CLYTAEMNESTRA.
I nursed thee; let me at thy side grow old.
ORESTES.
What, dwell with thee, my father's murderess?
CLYTAEMNESTRA.
Blame destiny, my son, for what I did.
ORESTES.
Blame destiny for what I now must do.