Electra
washed by the very last bath, in the most piteous bed of death. Oh, me,
your bitter cleaving by the axe, father, the bitter plans of the way from
Troy
! Your wife welcomed you with no victor’s garlands or crowns, but with a two-edged sword,
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making you the mournful victim of Aigisthus, she got a treacherous bed-fellow.
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Electra. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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