Wherewith they worked destruction to my father,
Chained his free feet, and manacled his hands.
There—spread it forth—approach—peruse it nicely.
This mortal vest, that so the father—not
My father, but the Sun that fathers all
With light[n68]—may see what godless deed was done
Here by my mother. Let him witness duly,
That not unjustly I have spilt this blood—
My mother’s; for Ægisthus recks me not;
As an adulterer should, he died: but she,