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O Electra, daughter of Agamemnon, I have come to your rustic courtyard. A milk-drinker from
Mycenae
has come, he has come,
a mountain walker; he reports that the Argives are proclaiming a sacrifice for the third day from now, and that all maidens are to go to Hera’s temple.
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O Electra, daughter of Agamemnon, I have come to your rustic courtyard. A milk-drinker from
Mycenae
has come, he has come,
a mountain walker; he reports that the Argives are proclaiming a sacrifice for the third day from now, and that all maidens are to go to Hera’s temple.
170
Electra
My unhappy heart beats fast, friends, but not at adornment or gold; nor will I set up choruses with the maidens of
Argos
175
and beat my foot in the mazes of the dance. By tears I pass the night; tears are my unhappy care day by day. See if my filthy hair,
180
and the rags of my dress, will be fit for a princess, a daughter of Agamemnon, or for
Troy
, once taken, which remembers my father.
185
My unhappy heart beats fast, friends, but not at adornment or gold; nor will I set up choruses with the maidens of
Argos
175
and beat my foot in the mazes of the dance. By tears I pass the night; tears are my unhappy care day by day. See if my filthy hair,
180
and the rags of my dress, will be fit for a princess, a daughter of Agamemnon, or for
Troy
, once taken, which remembers my father.
185
Electra. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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