It was thy father cast his child away, A child he might have loved!... Shall I speak out? (Controlling herself) Nay; when a woman once is caught about With evil fame, there riseth in her tongue A bitter spirit--wrong, I know! Yet, wrong Or right, I charge ye look on the deeds done; And if ye needs must hate, when all is known, Hate on! What profits loathing ere ye know? My father gave me to be his. 'Tis so. But was it his to kill me, or to kill The babes I bore? Yet, lo, he tricked my will With fables of Achilles' love: he bore To Aulis and the dark ship-clutching shore, He held above the altar-flame, and smote, Cool as one reaping, through the strainèd throat, My white Iphigenia.... Had it been To save some falling city, leaguered in With foemen; to prop up our castle towers, And rescue other children that were ours, Giving one life for many, by God's laws I had forgiven all! Not so. Because Helen was wanton, and her master knew No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew My daughter!--Even then, with all my wrong, No wild beast yet was in me. Nay, for long, I never would have killed him. But he came, At last, bringing that damsel, with the flame Of God about her, mad and knowing all: And set her in my room; and in one wall Would hold two queens!--O wild are woman's eyes And hot her heart. I say not otherwise. But, being thus wild, if then her master stray To love far off, and cast his own away, Shall not her will break prison too, and wend Somewhere to win some other for a friend? And then on us the world's curse waxes strong In righteousness! The lords of all the wrong Must hear no curse!--I slew him. I trod then The only road: which led me to the men He hated. Of the friends of Argos whom Durst I have sought, to aid me to the doom I craved?--Speak if thou wouldst, and fear not me, If yet thou deemst him slain unrighteously.

Clytemnestra Monologue from Electra

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