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Electra
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Chorus
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And now they are here! The red hand drips with sacrifice to Ares, and I cannot blame the deed.
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Electra
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Orestes, what happened?
1424a
1424a
Orestes
1424a
All is well within the house,
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if Apollo’s oracle spoke well.
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Electra
573
The miserable woman is dead?
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Orestes
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Have no more fear that your haughty mother will ever again trample on your rights.
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Chorus
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Quiet! For I see Aegisthus in plain sight.
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Electra
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You, young men, get back inside!
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1430a
Orestes
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Where do you see the man?
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577
Electra
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He is at our mercy walking from the suburb, full of joy.
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Chorus
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Go with all speed to the vestibule, so that, just as your first task prospered, so this one again may prosper now.
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579
Orestes
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Have courage. We will accomplish it.
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Electra
580
Hurry, then, to wherever you wish.
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581
Orestes
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See, I am gone.
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Electra
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Things here will be my concern. Exeunt Orestes and Pylades, into the house.
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Chorus
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It would be well to whisper into this man’s ear some few words of seeming gentleness,
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so that he may rush blindly upon his trial before Justice.
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Chorus
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Mournful was the voice heard at his return, and mournful the voice amidst your father’s reclining banquet
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when the straight, swift blow of the bronze-jawed axe was sped against him. Deceit was the plotter, Lust the slayer, two dread parents of a dreadful
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phantom, whether it was god or mortal that did this deed.
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Electra
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O that hated day, hated beyond all that have come to me; O that night, the terrible grief of that unutterable feast, the shameless death-strokes
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my father saw from their twin hands, hands which took my life captive by treachery, which cast me to ruin! May the great god of Olympus
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create for them sufferings in penalty, and may they never have enjoyment of their splendor since they have committed such crimes!
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Chorus
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Be advised to say no more; do you not see by what actions
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under the present circumstances you plunge so shamefully into self-made miseries? You have far excelled in achieving misfortune, ever breeding wars in your hardhearted soul. But such strife
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should not be pushed into a conflict with the powerful.
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Electra
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I have been forced to it, forced by a terrible compulsion. I know my own passion; it does not escape me; but, under such terrible compulsion, I will not restrain these disastrous cries of frenzy,
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so long as life is in me. Who indeed, my noble friends, who that keeps what is appropriate in mind, would think any word of comfort right for my ears? Let me be, let me be, my comforters!
63
For these ills will be reckoned with those which have no cure; I will never know a respite from my pains, or the sum of this wailing.
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1209a
Electra
1209a
Ah, what misery I will have because of you,
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1221a
Electra
1221a
The man is alive?
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1222a
Electra
1222a
What? Are you he?
1224a
1224a
Orestes
1224a
Blissful, I am your witness!
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1225a
Orestes
1225a
Hear it from no other.
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1226a
Orestes
1226a
May you hold me so always hereafter!
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1323a
Electra
1323a
Go in, strangers, especially since you bring a thing which no one
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1347a
Electra
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No, nor can I imagine.
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1349a
Orestes
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I mean him, by whose hands and through your forethought
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1475a
Orestes
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Why so scared? Is the face so strange?
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1477a
Orestes
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Do you not perceive how you have long been addressing the living in terms suited to the dead?
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1483a
Electra
1483a
By the gods, brother, do not allow him to speak any more or to plead at length!
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1502a
Aegisthus
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You lead.
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1502b
Orestes
1502b
You must go first.
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1503a
Orestes
1503a
No, lest you die in a manner which pleases you. I must be sure that your death is bitter for you.

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