The frightened Lares turn their gaze from me.265
Yet this shall be, this awful thing shall be,
Ye gods, which ye do fear to think upon.
Attendant: What then is this which thou dost meditate?
Atreus: Some greater evil lurks within my soul,
And, monstrous, swells beyond all human bounds,
My sluggish hands impelling to the deed.
I know not what it is; but this I know,
That 'tis some monstrous deed. So let it be.270
Haste thee and do this deed, O soul of mine!