_The doors are thrown open, and disclose Orestes and Pylades standing
by the dead body of Clytaemnestra, which is covered with a sheet and a
veil over the face._
_Aegis._ Lo, I see,
O Zeus, a sight that comes right well for me.
(Without offence I say it; should it move
The wrath divine, I wish it all unsaid.)
Withdraw the veil which hides the face, that I
To kindred blood may pay the meed of tears.
_Ores._ Do thou uplift it. 'Tis thy task not mine,
To look on this, and kindly words to speak.
_Aegis._ Thou giv'st good counsel, and I list to thee,
And thou, if yet she tarries in the house,
Call Clytaemnestra.
_Ores._ (_as Aegisthus lifts the veil_) Here she lies before thee,
Seek her not elsewhere, {1474}
_Aegis._ Oh what sight is this!
_Ores._ Whom fearest thou? Who is't thou dost not know?
_Aegis._ Into whose snares, whose closely-tangled mesh
Have I, poor victim, fallen?
_Ores.
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