Were needed here a Titan’s strength—though that
Would nothing boot the dead. Ho! hillo! ho!
Are all here deaf? or do I babble breath
In sleepers’ ears? Where, where is Clytemnestra?
What keeps my mistress? On a razor’s edge
Her fate now lies; the blow’s already poised,
That falls on her too—nor unjustly falls.
Enter Clytemnestra.
Clytemnestra.
Well! what’s the matter? why this clamorous cry?