By hateful murder thou wast done to death.
Woe, woe is me!
And evil buds and blooms for him that's left.
Orest. Was the deed hers or no? Lo! this same robe
Bears witness how she dyed Ægisthos' sword,
And the blood-stain helps Time's destroying work,
1000
Marring full many a tint of pattern fair:
[*]Now name I it, now as eye-witness wail;[[462]]
And calling on this robe that slew my father,