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AGAMEMNON.
AIGISTHOS.
But to think that these at me the idle tongue should thus o'er-bloom,
And throw out such words—the Daimon's power experimenting on—
And, of modest knowledge missing,—me, the ruler, . . .
CHOROS.
Ne'er may this befall Argeians—wicked man to fawn before!
AIGISTHOS.
Anyhow, in after days, will I, yes, I, be at thee yet!
CHOROS.
Not if hither should the Daimon make Orestes straightway come!
