Where wrath, where grief, where hope shall bear me on,
There will I speed my course; my helmless ship
I've giv'n to be the sport of winds and floods.
Where reason fails 'tis best to follow chance.
Nurse: Oh, rash and blind, who follows doubtful chance.145
Clytemnestra: Who fears a doubtful chance, if 'tis his last?
Nurse: Thy fault may find safe hiding if thou wilt.
Clytemnestra: Nay, faults of royal homes proclaim themselves.
Nurse: Dost thou repent the old, yet plan the new?
Clytemnestra: To stop midway in sin is foolishness.150