I 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.
 Clytaemestra It was I who nourished you, and with you I would grow old.
 Orestes What! Murder my father and then make your home with me?
 Clytaemestra Fate, my child, must share the blame for this.