Who am but minister of heaven and fate.
I come, who not in word, but deed, have slain
Aegisthus, and for proof for whoso will
To know, the dead man's self I bring to thee; 895
Whom, if thou wilt, for ravin of beasts cast forth,
Or for the children of the air to rend
Impale him on a stake: thy bondman now
Is he, who heretofore was called thy lord.
Electra.
I take shame—none the less I fain would speak— 900
Orestes.
What is it? Speak: thou hast left fear's prison-house.
Electra.
To mock the dead, lest ill-will light on me.
Orestes.
There is no man can blame thee for such cause.
Electra.
Our folk be ill to please, and censure-prone.
Orestes.
Speak, sister, what thou wilt. No terms of truce 905
Be in the feud betwixt us and this man.
Electra.
Enough—where shall reproach of thee begin?
Where end? Where shall the arraignment find its midst?
