Orestes: him his nurse Arsinoe
Rescued from the fierce hands, the treachery
Most foul of Klytaemnestra, when she laid
The young child’s father dead with murderous blade,
And when with the pale-gleaming bronze she sped
To Acheron’s shadowy margent of the dead
Kassandra, Dardanid Priam’s prophet-daughter
With Agamemnon’s soul, in one red slaughter