is nothing compared with one’s own interrogation of the man himself.AegisthusI wish to see the messenger and put him to the test again—whether he himself was present at the death or merely repeats from vague reports what he has heard. No! Be sure he cannot deceive a mind with eyes open. Exit

ChorusO Zeus, O Zeus, what should I say? Where shall I begin this prayer of mine, this appeal to the gods? How in my loyal zeal can I succeed in finding words to match need? Now is the moment when the blood-stained edges of the blades that lay men loware utterly forever to destroy the house of Agamemnon. Or else, kindling a flaming light in the cause of freedom, Orestes will win both the rule over his realm and the rich possessions of his fathers.Our gallant Orestes, with no one to assist him, is now to meet with two in such a contest. And may it be to triumph! A shriek is heard from withinAegisthuswithin Oh! Oh! O woe! ChorusAh! Ah! Alas! What is happening? What is being accomplished for our house? Let us stand apart while the matter is still unsettled so that we may be considered blameless in these ills. For the issue of the fighting has now been decided. The Chorus withdraws to the side of the scene; then a servant of Aegisthus rushes in ServantO woe, oh utter woe! My master is slain! O woe! I cry yet again, for the third time. Aegisthus is no more! Come, with all speed! Unbar and open the women’s door! And a strong arm indeed is needed, but not to help him who is already slain: what good is there in that?Help! Help! Am I shouting to the deaf and fruitlessly wasting my voice on people who are asleep? Where has Clytaemestra gone? What is she doing? Her own neck, near the razor’s edge, is now ready to fall beneath the stroke. Clytaemestra hurries in unattendedClytaemestraWhat is this? What cry for help are you raising in our house?ServantI tell you the dead are killing the living.The Greek admits either meaning: the dead are killing the living man or the living man is killing the dead. ClytaemestraAh! Indeed I grasp the meaning of the riddle. We are to perish by treachery, just as we committed murder. Someone give me a battle-axe, and quickly! Let us know if we are victors or vanquished:for I have even come to this in this wretched business. Exit Servant. The door is opened and the corpse of Aegisthus is discovered. Nearby stands Orestes, and at a distance Pylades OrestesIt is you I seek. He over there has had enough. ClytaemestraOh no! My beloved, valiant Aegisthus! You are dead! OrestesYou love this man? Then you will lie in the same grave,and you will never abandon him in death.ClytaemestraWait, my son! Have pity, child, upon this breast at which many times while you slept you sucked with toothless gums the milk that nourished you. OrestesPylades, what shall I do? Shall I spare my mother out of pity? PyladesWhat then will become in the future of Loxias’ oracles declared at Pytho, and of our sworn pact? Count all men your enemies rather than the gods. OrestesI judge you victor: you advise me well. To Clytaemestra Come, this way! I mean to kill you by his very side. For while he lived, you thought him better than my father.Sleep with him in death, since you love him but hate the man you were bound to love. ClytaemestraIt was I who nourished you, and with you I would grow old. OrestesWhat! Murder my father and then make your home with me? ClytaemestraFate, my child, must share the blame for this.OrestesAnd fate now brings this destiny to pass. ClytaemestraHave you no regard for a parent’s curse, my son? OrestesYou brought me to birth and yet you cast me out to misery. ClytaemestraNo, surely I did not cast you out in sending you to the house of an ally. OrestesI was sold in disgrace, though I was born of a free father.