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How shall I slay together him and her?

Even I my mother's slaying will prepare.

Good sooth, for his shall Fortune smooth the path.

This man shall minister to us in both.

Yea. How wilt thou contrive thy mother's death?

Go, ancient, say to Klytemnestra this—

Report me mother of a child, a male.

Long since delivered, or but as of late?

Within these ten days—purifying's space.

Yet—to thy mother how doth this bring death?