PYLADES
The day of his return, as from the bath
Arose the monarch, tranquil and refresh'd,
His robe demanding from his consort's hand,
A tangled garment, complicate with folds,
She o'er his shoulders flung and noble head;
And when, as from a net, he vainly strove
To extricate himself, the traitor, base
Ægisthus, smote him, and envelop'd thus
Great Agamemnon sought the shades below.
IPHIGENIA
And what reward receiv'd the base accomplice?
PYLADES
A queen and kingdom he possess'd already.
IPHIGENIA
Base passion prompted then the deed of shame?
PYLADES
And feelings, cherish'd long, of deep revenge.