now maddened with the spirit of vengeance, but she will
one day find a nemesis, blow for blow. _Clyt._ solemnly (_in Blank
Verse_) swears by the deed she has done, and the curse for which she did
it, she has no fear of Nemesis, as lone as Aegisthus is her shield.
Meanwhile, there they lie: the wife-wronger and his mistress. {1377}

Then follows an elaborate lyrical scene: the _Chorus_ giving vent to
their excitement in _Strophes and Antistrophes irregularly succeeding one
another_, _Clytaemnestra_ occasionally joining in. O for death, sudden
and without lingering, now that our beloved Protector is gone! Ah!
Helen! one more deed of woe to your account!--_Clyt._ No need to wish for
death or upbraid Helen.--_Cho._ (_interrupting_) O dread Power that dost
attack this household, working even through women deeds of
dread!--_Clyt._ Now thou art right: it is the Evil Genius of the House
that feeds in their hearts the lust of blood; bringing fresh blood-guilt
ere the old is healed.--_Cho._ Yes, there is a Power wrathful to the
House; but it must be through Zeus he works; what amongst mortal men is
wrought apart from Zeus?

Ah me! Ah me! {1467}
My king, my king, how shall I weep for thee?
What shall I speak from heart that truly loves?
And now thou liest there, breathing out thy life,
In impious deed of death,
In this fell spider's web!
Yes woe is me! woe, woe!
Woe for this couch of thine unhonorable!
Slain by a subtle death
With sword two-edged, which her right hand did wield.

_Clyt._ You speak of me as the doer: it was the Avenger of the seed of
Atreus who did the deed in the semblance of this dead man's wife.--_Cho._
None will hold thee guiltless of the deed; yet, perchance, thou mayest
have had as helper the avenging Fiend of that ancestral time; he presses
on this rush of murders of near kin.

Ah me! Ah me!
My king, my king, how shall I weep for thee?
What shall I speak from heart that truly loves?
And now thou liest there, breathing out thy life,
In impious deed of death,
In this fell spider's web!
Yes woe is me! woe, woe!
Woe for this couch of thine unhonorable!
Slain by a subtle death
With sword two-edged, which her right hand did wield.

_Clyt._ This deed brings no d