She decks the vase
For burial, and they both are standing by.
CH
And wherefore hast thou darted forth?
EL
To watch
Aegisthus’ coming, that he enter not
At unawares.
CLY
().
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Ah! ah! Woe for the house,
1405
Desert of friends, and filled with hands of death!
EL
A cry within! Did ye not hear it, friends?
CH
Would I had not! I heard, and shivered through.
CLY
().
Oh me! Alas, Aegisthus! where art thou?
EL
Hark! yet again that sound!
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CLY
(). O son, have pity!
Pity the womb that bare thee.
EL
Thou hadst none
For him, nor for his father, in that day.
HALF-CH
Poor city! hapless race!
Thy destiny to-day
Wears thee away, away.
What morn shall see thy face?
CLY
(). Oh, I am smitten!
1415
EL
Give a second stroke,
If thou hast power.
CLY
(). Oh me! again, again!
EL
Would thou wert shrieking for Aegisthus too!
CH
Enter ORESTES and PYLADES .
The curse hath found, and they in earth who lie
Are living powers to-day.
Long dead, they drain away
The streaming blood of those who made them die.
Behold, they come, they come!
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Electra. Sophocles. Lewis Campbell (Translator). London, New York and Toronto. 1906.