From the truth of his mind as he toils intent?
 KLUTAIMNESTRA. It belongs not to thee to declare This object of care! By us did he fall — down there! Did he die — down there! and down, no less, We will bury him there, and not beneath The wails of the household over his death: But Iphigeneia, — with kindliness, — His daughter, — as the case requires, Facing him full, at the rapid-flowing Passage of Groans shall — both hands throwing Around him — kiss that kindest of sires!
 CHOROS. This blame comes in the place of blame: Hard battle it is to judge each claim. He is borne away who bears away: And the killer has all to pay. And this remains while Zeus is remaining, The doer shall suffer in time — for, such his ordaining. Who may cast out of the House its cursed brood? The race is to Até glued!
 KLUTAIMNESTRA. Thou hast gone into this oracle With a true result. For me, then, — I will — To the Daimon of the Pleisthenidai Making an oath — with all these things comply Hard as they are to bear. For the rest — Going from out this House, a guest,