CLYTAEMNESTRA.
It seems, my child, thou wilt thy mother slay.
ORESTES.
Not on my head but thine thy blood will be.
CLYTAEMNESTRA.
Strike, and a mother's Furies follow thee.
ORESTES.
A father's will, if I withhold the blow.
CLYTAEMNESTRA.
Deaf as the grave is he to whom I wail.