ORESTES.
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Menelaus.
Thou hadst done—what? Thou thrillest me with fear!
Orestes.
I had hurled the curse of Hellas down to hell!
Menelaus.
Yield up my wife's corpse: let me bury her!1585
Orestes.
Ask of the Gods. But I will slay thy child.
Menelaus.
He would add blood to blood—this matricide!
Orestes.
His father's champion, death-betrayed by thee!
Menelaus.
Sufficed thee not thy stain of mother's blood?
Orestes.
Ne'er should I weary of slaying wicked wives!1590
Menelaus.
Shar'st thou too in this murder, Pylades?
Orestes.
His silence saith it: let my word suffice.
Menelaus.
Nay, thou shalt rue, except thou flee on wings.
