Klytemnestra (within).
Woe! wretched I!
Chorus.
I too could wail one by her children slain.
God meteth justice out in justice' day.
Ghastly thy sufferings; foully didst thou slay 1170
Thy lord for thine own bane!
They come, they come! Lo, forth the house they set
Their feet, besprent with gouts of mother's blood,
Trophies that witness to her piteous cries.
There is no house more whelmed in misery, 1175
Nor hath been, than the line of Tantalus.[1]
Enter Orestes with Electra.
Orestes.
(Str. 1)
Earth, Zeus, whose all-beholding eye
Is over men, behold this deed
Of blood, of horror—these that lie
Twinned corpses on the earth, that bleed
For my wrongs, and by mine hand die. 1180
[Woe and alas! I weep to know
My mother by mine hand laid low!][2]
Electra.
Well may we weep!—it was my sin, brother!
My fury was kindled as flame against her from whose womb I came.
Woe's me, a daughter!—and this, my mother!
