Stasimon 4
[Episode]
It was I who nourished you, and with you I would grow old.
Orestes
What! Murder my father and then make your home with me?
Clytaemestra
Fate, my child, must share the blame for this.
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Orestes
And fate now brings this destiny to pass.
Clytaemestra
Have you no regard for a parent’s curse, my son?
Orestes
You brought me to birth and yet you cast me out to misery.
Clytaemestra
No, surely I did not cast you out in sending you to the house of an ally.
Orestes
I was sold in disgrace, though I was born of a free father.
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Clytaemestra
Then where is the price I got for you?
Orestes
I am ashamed to reproach you with that outright.
Clytaemestra
But do not fail to proclaim the follies of that father of yours as well.
Orestes
Do not accuse him who suffered while you sat idle at home.
Clytaemestra
It is a grief for women to be deprived of a husband, my child.
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Orestes
Yes, but it is the husband’s toil that supports them while they sit at home.
Clytaemestra
You seem resolved, my child, to kill your mother.
Orestes
You will kill yourself, not I.
Clytaemestra
Take care: beware the hounds of wrath that avenge a mother.
Orestes
And how shall I escape my father’s if I leave this undone?
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Clytaemestra
I see that though living I mourn in vain before a tomb.To wail to a tomb was a proverbial expression according to the Scholiast, who cites the saying, ’tis the same thing to cry to a tomb as to a fool. Here, though in strictness ζῶσα is added only to point the contrast with τύμβον —the sentient being with the senseless thing—it also defines the application of τύμβον to Orestes; and its insertion serves to suggest that Clytaemestra means that, though living, she is bewailing her own death.
Orestes
Yes, for my father’s fate has marked out this destiny for you.
