Stay! How if some fiend of Hell,
Hid in God's likeness, spake that oracle?
ELECTRA.
In God's own house? I trow not.
ORESTES.
And I trow
It was an evil charge! [He moves away from her.
ELECTRA (almost despairing).
To fail me now!
To fail me now! A coward!—O brother, no!
ORESTES.
What shall it be, then? The same stealthy blow …