From the truth of his mind as he toils intent? KLUTAIMNESTRA.It belongs not to thee to declareThis 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 beneathThe wails of the household over his death:But Iphigeneia, — with kindliness, —His daughter, — as the case requires,Facing him full, at the rapid-flowingPassage of Groans shall — both hands throwingAround 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 oracleWith a true result. For me, then, — I will— To the Daimon of the PleisthenidaiMaking an oath — with all these things complyHard as they are to bear. For the rest —Going from out this House, a guest,