In justest measure. By most righteous doom,
Who drugged the cup with curses to the brim,
Himself hath drunk damnation to the dregs.
Chorus.
Thou art a bold-mouthed woman. Much we marvel
To hear thee boast thy husband’s murder thus.
Clytemnestra.
Ye tempt me as a woman, weak, unschooled.
But what I say, ye know, or ought to know,
I say with fearless heart. Your praise or blame