So — thou shalt be my king then of the Argeians —Who, not when for this man his fate thou plannedst,Daredst to do this deed — thyself the slayer!AIGISTHOS.For, to deceive him was the wife’s part, certes:I was looked after — foe, ay, old-begotten!But out of this man’s wealth will I endeavourTo rule the citizens: and the no-man-minder— Him will I heavily yoke — by no means trace-horse,