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Dear brother, wheresoe’er thy pleasure leads,
My will shall follow, since the joys I know,
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Not from myself I took them, but from thee.
And ne’er would I consent thy slightest grief
Should win for me great gain. Ill should I then
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Serve the divinity of this high hour!
Thou knowest how matters in the palace stand.
Thou hast surely heard, Aegisthus is from home,
And she, our mother, is within. Nor fear
She should behold me with a smiling face.
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Mine ancient hate of her hath sunk too deep.
And from the time I saw thee, tears of joy
Will cease not. Wherefore should I stint their flow?
I, who in this thy coming have beheld
Thee dead and living? Strangely hast thou wrought
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On me;—that should my father come alive,
I would not think the sight were miracle,
But sober truth. Since such thy presence, then,
Lead as thy spirit prompts. For I alone
Of two things surely had achieved one,
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Noble deliverance or a noble death.
Electra. Sophocles. Lewis Campbell (Translator). London, New York and Toronto. 1906.