The same
stealthy
blow .
Euripides - Electra
Stay! How if some fiend of Hell,
Hid in God's likeness, spake that oracle?
ELECTRA.
In God's own house? I trow not.
ORESTES.
And I trow
It was an evil charge! [_He moves away from her. _
ELECTRA (_almost despairing_).
To fail me now!
To fail me now! A coward! --O brother, no!
ORESTES.
What shall it be, then?
The same stealthy blow . . .
ELECTRA.
That slew our father! Courage! thou hast slain
Aegisthus.
ORESTES.
Aye. So be it. --I have ta'en
A path of many terrors: and shall do
Deeds horrible. 'Tis God will have it so. . . .
Is this the joy of battle, or wild woe?
