After that, you yourself invent something, as it falls out.OrestesWell said. But my mother, where is she?Old manAt Argos; but she will join her husband for the feast.OrestesWhy didn’t my mother set out with her husband?Old manFrom fear of the citizens’ reproach she stayed behind.OrestesI understand; she knows that the city suspects her.Old manSomething like that; for an unholy woman is an object of hatred.OrestesHow then shall I kill her and him at once?ElectraI shall prepare my mother’s slaughter!