But the scion of him, myself did nurse —That much-bewailed Iphigeneia, heHaving done well by, — and as well, nor worse,Been done to, — let him not in Haides loudlyBear himself proudly!Being by sword-destroying death amercedFor that sword’s punishment himself inflicted first. CHOROS.I at a loss am left —Of a feasible scheme of mind bereft —Where I may turn: for the house is falling:I fear the bloody crash of the rainThat ruins the roof as it bursts amain:The warning-dropHas come to a stop.Destiny doth Justice whetFor other deed of hurt, on other whetstones yet.