Let even now fair fame be sought again;
For never is it over late to mend.
Who grieves for sin is counted innocent.
Aegisthus: What madness this? Dost thou believe or hope
That Agamemnon will be true to thee?245
Though no grave fears, of conscious guilt begot,
Annoyed thy soul with thoughts of punishment;
Still would his swelling, o'er-inflated pride,
Create in him a dour and headstrong mood.
Harsh was he to his friends while Troy still stood;