Fitting together the whole scheme of ill-will.So, sweet, in fine, even to die were to me,Seeing, as I have, this man i’ the toils of justice!CHOROS.Aigisthos, arrogance in ills I love not.Dost thou say — willing, thou didst kill the man here,And, alone, plot this lamentable slaughter?I say — thy head in justice will escape notThe people’s throwing — know that! — stones and curses!