Bob cut

Who should we go to first?

Oh, I think it's Bob.

[scoffs] It's not Bob.

Is this Bob?

Yeah.

Yeah, this is Bob.

Oh.

Yeah, boy.

But now that he is gone, to thee I turn to help thy sister boldly to destroy the guilty author of our father's death, Hegisthus.

Wherefore hide it from thee now? Yea, sister, till what term wilt thou remain inactive? To what end? What hope is yet left standing? Surely thou hast cause to grieve, Bobbed of thy father's opulent heritage, And feeling bitterly the creeping years That find thee still a virgin and unwed.

nay nor imagine thou shalt ever know that blessing not so careless of his life as king aegisthus as to risk the birth of sons from us to his most certain fall but if thou wilt but follow my resolve first thou shalt win renown of piety from our dead father and our brother too who rest beneath the ground and shalt be free for evermore in station as in birth and nobly matched in marriage for the good draw gazers to them still then seest thou not what meed of honour if thou dost my will thou shalt apportion to thyself and me for who beholding us what citizen what foreigner will not extend the hand of admiration and exclaim see friends these scions of one stock these noble twain these that have saved their father's house from woe who once when foes were mighty set their life upon a cast and stood forth to avenge the stain of blood who will not love the pair and do them reverence who will not give honour at festivals and in the throng of popular resort to these in chief for their high courage and their bold emprize such fame will follow us in all the world living or dying still to be renowned ah then comply dear sister give thy sire this toil this labour to thy brother give end these my sufferings end thine own regret the well-born cannot bear to live in shame in such affairs for those

who speak and hear wise thoughtfulness is still the best ally