Clytemnestra to Her Son Orestes
COMING TO KILL HER FOR MURDERING HIS FATHER AGAMEMNON .
Hold! hold thy hand, vile son of viler mother!
Death I deserve, but oh not by thy knife.
One parent to revenge wilt thou kill the other,
And give her death that gave thee, wretch, thy life?
Furies will plague thy murder execrable,
Stages will play thee, and all mothers curse thee.
To wound this womb or breast, how art thou able,
When the one did bear thee, and the other nurse thee?
Hold! hold thy hand, vile son of viler mother!
Death I deserve, but oh not by thy knife.
One parent to revenge wilt thou kill the other,
And give her death that gave thee, wretch, thy life?
Furies will plague thy murder execrable,
Stages will play thee, and all mothers curse thee.
To wound this womb or breast, how art thou able,
When the one did bear thee, and the other nurse thee?
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