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544 Sophocles [1396-1414]<br />

guile in darkness, leads him forward, even to the end, and delays no<br />

more.<br />

(ELECTRA enters from the palace.)<br />

ELECTRA<br />

strophe<br />

Ah, dearest friends, in a moment the men will do the deed;—but<br />

wait in silence.<br />

CHORUS<br />

How is it?—what do they now?<br />

ELECTRA<br />

She is decking the urn for burial, and those two stand close to her.<br />

CHORUS<br />

And why hast thou sped forth?<br />

ELECTRA<br />

To guard against Aegisthus entering before we are aware.<br />

CLYTEMNESTRA {within)<br />

Alas! Woe for the house forsaken of friends and filled with murderers!<br />

ELECTRA<br />

A cry goes up within:—hear ye not, friends?<br />

CHORUS<br />

I heard, ah me, sounds dire to hear, and shuddered!<br />

CLYTEMNESTRA (within)<br />

O hapless that I am!—Aegisthus, where, where art thou?<br />

ELECTRA<br />

Hark, once more a voice resounds!<br />

CLYTEMNESTRA (within)<br />

My son, my son, have pity on thy mother!<br />

ELECTRA<br />

Thou hadst none for him, nor for the father that begat him.<br />

CHORUS<br />

Ill-fated realm and race, now the fate that hath pursued thee day<br />

by day is dying,—is dying!

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