Ægisthus.
Shielded now, be brave with words; my deeds expect some future day.
Chorus.
Ere that day belike some god shall bring Orestes to his home.
Ægisthus.
Feed, for thou hast nothing better, thou and he, on empty hope.
Chorus.
Glut thy soul, a lusty sinner, with sin’s fatness, while thou may’st.
Ægisthus.
Thou shalt pay the forfeit, greybeard, of thy braggart tongue anon.