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Rh Who am but minister of heaven and fate.

I come, who not in word, but deed, have slain

Aegisthus, and for proof for whoso will

To know, the dead man's self I bring to thee;

Whom, if thou wilt, for ravin of beasts cast forth,

Or for the children of the air to rend

Impale him on a stake: thy bondman now

Is he, who heretofore was called thy lord.

I take shame—none the less I fain would speak—

What is it? Speak: thou hast left fear's prison-house.

To mock the dead, lest ill-will light on me.

There is no man can blame thee for such cause.

Our folk be ill to please, and censure-prone.

Speak, sister, what thou wilt. No terms of truce

Be in the feud betwixt us and this man.

Enough—where shall reproach of thee begin?

Where end? Where shall the arraignment find its midst?