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Against two conquerors all alone,

His last death-grapple, deep in blood,

Orestes joineth. O great God,

Give victory!

[Death-cry of within.

Ha! The deed is done!

How? What is wrought? Stand further from the door

Till all is over. Move apart before

Men mark, and deem us sharers in the strife.

For after this 'tis war, for death or life.

Ho!

Treason! Our master! Treason! Haste amain!

Treason within. Aigisthos lieth slain.

Unbar, unbar, with all the speed ye may

The women's gates! Oh, tear the bolts away!

God, but it needs a man, a lusty one,

To help us, when all time for help is gone!

What ho!

I babble to deaf men, and labouring cry,

To ears sleep-charmèd, words that fail and die.

Where art thou, Clytemnestra? What dost thou?

'Fore God, 'tis like to be her own neck now,

In time's revenge, that shivers to its fate.

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