EL. A cry within! Did ye not hear it, friends?
[page 170][1407-1432] CH. Would I had not! I heard, and shivered through.
CLY. (within).
Oh me! Alas, Aegisthus! where art thou?
EL. Hark! yet again that sound!
CLY. (within). O son, have pity!
Pity the womb that bare thee.
EL. Thou hadst none
For him, nor for his father, in that day.
HALF-CH. Poor city! hapless race!1
Thy destiny to-day
Wears thee away, away.
What morn shall see thy face?
CLY. (within). Oh, I am smitten!
EL. Give a second stroke,
If thou hast power.
CLY. (within). Oh me! again, again!