Servant.
He, who was dead, has slain the quick. ’Tis so.
Clytemnestra.
Ha! Thou speak’st riddles; but I understand thee.
We die by guile, as guilefully we slew.
Bring me an axe! an axe to kill a man!
Quickly!—or conqueror or conquered, I
Will fight it out. To this ’tis come at last.
[Enter Orestes, dragging in the dead body of Ægisthus; with him Pylades.
Orestes.