I will forgive you; for I do not rejoice so very much at what I have done, child.You, a woman who has just given birth—why is your body so unwashed and meanly clad? Alas for my schemes!I drove on in anger against my husband more than I should have.ElectraYou sigh too late, when you have no remedy. My father is dead; but why do you not recall that exile, your own wandering son?Clytemnestral am afraid; I am looking to my interests, not his.For he is angry, they say, over the murder of his father.ElectraAnd why do you cause your husband to be cruel to me?ClytemnestraSuch are his ways. You have a stubborn nature also.ElectraYes, for I am in distress. Yet I will cease from my anger.