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