Chor. We marvel at the boldness of thy tongue
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Who o'er thy husband's corpse speak'st vaunt like this.
Clytæm. Ye test me as a woman weak of mind;
But I with dauntless heart to you that know
Say this, and whether thou dost praise or blame,
Is all alike:—here Agamemnon lies,
My husband, now a corpse, of this right hand,
As artist just, the handiwork: so stands it.
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