How brings it ill
To thee, to raise our father from the dust?
ORESTES.
I was a clean man once. Shall I be thrust
From men's sight, blotted with her blood?
ELECTRA.
Thy blot
Is black as death if him thou succour not!
ORESTES.
Who shall do judgment on me, when she dies?
ELECTRA.
Who shall do judgment, if thy father lies.
Forgotten?
ORESTES (turning suddenly to ELECTRA).