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[156-176] The Choephori<br />

Lord of Argos, hearken!<br />

Though around thee darken<br />

Mist of death and hell, arise and hear!<br />

Hearken and awaken to our cry of woe!<br />

Who with might of spear<br />

Shall our home deliver?<br />

Who like Ares bend until it quiver,<br />

Bend the northern bow?<br />

Who with hand upon the hilt himself will thrust with glaive,<br />

Thrust and slay and save?<br />

ELECTRA<br />

Lo! the earth drinks them, to my sire they pass—<br />

(She notices the locks of ORESTES.)<br />

Learn ye with me of this thing new and strange.<br />

LEADER OF <strong>THE</strong> CHORUS<br />

Speak thou; my breast doth palpitate with fear.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

I see upon the tomb a curl new shorn.<br />

LEADER<br />

Shorn from what man or what deep-girded maid?<br />

ELECTRA<br />

That may he guess who will; the sign is plain.<br />

LEADER<br />

Let me learn this of thee; let youth prompt age.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

None is there here but I, to clip such gift.<br />

LEADER<br />

For they who thus should mourn him hate him sore.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

And lo! in truth the hair exceeding like—<br />

LEADER<br />

Like to what locks and whose? instruct me that.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

Like unto those my father's children wear.

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