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How art thou harmed, avenging thine own sire?

Arraigned for a mother's murder—pure ere this!

Yet impious, if thou succour not thy sire.

My mother for her blood must I requite.

And Him!—if thou forbear to avenge a father.

Ha!—spake a fiend in likeness of the God?—

Throned on the holy tripod!—I trow not.

I dare not trust this oracle's utter faith!

Wilt thou turn craven—be no more a man?

Lo, I will lay the selfsame snare for her

Whereby thou didst her spouse Aegisthus slay.