ELECTRA
Aegisthus
Why hale me indoors? if my doom be just,
What need of darkness? Why not slay me here?
Orestes
’Tis not for thee to order; go within;
Where thou didst slay my father thou must die.
Aegisthus
Ah! is there need this palace should behold
All woes of Pelops’ line, now and to come?
Orestes
Thine own they shall; thus much I can predict.
Aegisthus
Thy skill as seer derives not from thy sire.
Orestes
Thou handiest words; our going is delayed.
Go.
Aegisthus
Lead the way.
Orestes
No, thou must go the first.
Aegisthus
Lest I escape?
Orestes
Nay, not to let thee choose
The manner of thy death; thou must be spared
No bitterness of death, and well it were
If on transgressors swift this sentence fall,
Slay him; so wickedness should less abound.
Chorus
House of Atreus! thou hast passed
Through the fire and won at last
Freedom, perfected to-day
By this glorious essay.
