Chorus
On the bloody hilt four-footed horses were prancing, while over their backs black dust rose up. But your adultery killed the lord of such mighty warriors,
evil-minded daughter of Tyndareus! For this the gods of heaven will one day send you to death;
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truly the day will come when I shall see, under your red throat, blood gushing forth at the sword.
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Electra. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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