Orestes
She uttered this cry, putting her hand to my chin:
My child, I entreat you! And she clung to my cheeks, so that the sword fell from my hand.
1215
Chorus
The unhappy one! How did you endure to see the blood
of your mother, breathing her last before your eyes?
1220
Electra. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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