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ORESTES.

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Menelaus.

Thou hadst done—what? Thou thrillest me with fear!


Orestes.

I had hurled the curse of Hellas down to hell!


Menelaus.

Yield up my wife's corpse: let me bury her!1585


Orestes.

Ask of the Gods. But I will slay thy child.


Menelaus.

He would add blood to blood—this matricide!


Orestes.

His father's champion, death-betrayed by thee!


Menelaus.

Sufficed thee not thy stain of mother's blood?


Orestes.

Ne'er should I weary of slaying wicked wives!1590


Menelaus.

Shar'st thou too in this murder, Pylades?


Orestes.

His silence saith it: let my word suffice.


Menelaus.

Nay, thou shalt rue, except thou flee on wings.

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