Lest they grow evil? Evil were they born.
What thou dost savage, cruel call in me,
Dost deem impossible and impious,315
Perchance my brother even now doth plot
Against myself.
Attendant: Shall then thy children know
What crime they do?
Atreus: Not so, for youthful years
Cannot keep silent faith. They might perchance
Betray the trick. The art of secrecy