Of that which doth disgrace this noble house;
This home is waiting for its king and lord.
Aegisthus: Exile is naught to me, for I am used
To woe. At thy command I'll farther flee
Than from this house: I but await thy word
To plunge my dagger in this woeful breast.305
Clytemnestra [aside]: Shall I in cruel scorn desert him now?
Who sin in company should suffer so.
[To Aegisthus.]
Nay, come with me; we will together wait