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Thou hadst done—what? Thou thrillest me with fear!

I had hurled the curse of Hellas down to hell!

Yield up my wife's corpse: let me bury her!

Ask of the Gods. But I will slay thy child.

He would add blood to blood—this matricide!

His father's champion, death-betrayed by thee!

Sufficed thee not thy stain of mother's blood?

Ne'er should I weary of slaying wicked wives!

Shar'st thou too in this murder, Pylades?

His silence saith it: let my word suffice.

Nay, thou shalt rue, except thou flee on wings.