To drug a doting wit.[n99] Have eyes, and see,
Kick not against the pricks, nor vainly beat
Thy head on rocks.
Chorus.
(to Clytemnestra)
Woman, how couldst thou dare,
On thine own hearth to plot thy husband’s death;
First having shamed his bed, to welcome him
With murder from the wars?
Ægisthus.
Speak on; each word shall be a fount of tears,