Behold Orestes conqueror, his sword
Dripping with blood!

_Enter_ ORESTES.

O brother mine, come,
Avenger of the king of kings, our father,
Argos, and me, come to my heart!

_Or._ Sister,
At last thou seest me Atrides' worthy son.
Look,'t is Aegisthus' blood! I hardly saw him
And ran to slay him where he stood, forgetting
To drag him to our father's sepulcher.
Full twice seven times I plunged and plunged my sword
Into his cowardly and quaking heart;
Yet have I slaked not my long thirst of vengeance!

_El_. Then Clytemnestra did not come in time
To stay thine arm?

_Or._ And who had been enough
For that? To stay my arm? I hurled myself
Upon him; not more swift the thunderbolt.
The coward wept, and those vile tears the more
Filled me with hate. A man that durst not die
Slew thee, my father!

_El._ Now is our sire avenged!
Calm thyself now, and tell me, did thine eyes