When the Elders hear the slain voice cry out, they go with great gusto to barge in and save the dying king. Then have a lengthy debate about how to decide what decision to make about whether to do something, and if so, what. As they masticate, Clytemnestra slams the doors open from the inside, holding a bloodied axe, standing over the dead bodies. Then she speaks, saying ‘this play should really be called Clytemnestra’, but with better words.