That bar the women's gates. A man's full strength
Is needed; not indeed that that would help
A man already slain.
[Rushes to the gate of the woman's half of the
palace
Ho there! I say:
I speak to the deaf; to those that sleep I utter
In vain my useless cries. And where is she?
Where's Clytæmnestra? What doth she do now?
Her neck upon the razor's edge doth seem