.
_Orest._ How, slighting this, shall I escape my father's?
_Clytaem._ I seem in life to wail as to a tomb.
_Orest._ My father's fate ordains this doom for thee.
_Clytaem._ Ah me! The snake is here I bare and nursed.
_Orest._ An o'er-true prophet was that dread dream-born.
Thou slewest one thou never should'st have slain,
Now suffer fate should never have been thine. {916}

_Exeunt Orestes and Pylades, forcing Clytaemnestra through the Central
Door, their attendants remaining to guard the door. Chorus, after a
word of pity for even this 'twain mischance,' break into_

CHORAL INTERLUDE III

_in three interwoven Strophes and Antistrophes._

Late came vengeance on Troy, late now has it blest this heaven-sent
exile, and our Master's house is freed. On a lover of the war of guile
has Revenge come subtle-souled, Vengeance who

Is guileful without guile,
Halting of foot and tarrying over-long;
The will of Gods is strangely over-ruled,
It may not help the vile.

At last we see the light. All-working Time with cleansing rites will
purify the house; Fortune's throws shall fall with gladsome cast: at
last we see the light. {959}

EXODUS, OR FINALE

_Enter from Main Door Orestes and Pylades, their Attendants bearing the
Corpses, and the net in which Agamemnon had been murdered._

_Orestes_ solemnly declares that they have perished as murderers; they
swore to live and die together and they have kept the oath. He bids
the Attendants stretch out in full light of the Sun, the great
Purifier, the fatal net, as pledge that he did his dread deed only as
deed of necessary vengeance--he dwells on the cruel device--but
_Chorus_ seeing side by side the net and the slaughter by which it has
been avenged, can think of nothing but the woe which its avenger by his
deed of vengeance must bring on himself. _Orestes_ reiterates the
crime of which this deed is the reminder. The _Chorus_ cannot help
repeating the unhappy omen. {1009}

At this very moment Orestes changes and begins to feel the oncoming
madness--while reason yet stays with him he repeats his innocence and
puts on the suppliant's fillet, with which he will go to Delphi, and
challenge the God who sent him on the errand to free him from its dire
consequences. Madness increases, and he can see the Furies in bodily
shape dark-robed, and all their long tresses entwined wit