Electra
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Hear, then, Apollo, great Lycnean, hear
Who with unsparing hand her choicest gifts
Hath never failed to lay before thy altars !
Accept the little all which now remains
For me to give, accept my humblest prayers,
My vows, my adorations ; smile propitious
On all our counsels ! Oh ! assist us now,
And show mankind what punishment remains
For guilty mortals from ofiended Heaven. [Exeunt.
JJehokl, lie comes ! the slaugliter-beariiig god
Mars, ever thirsting for the murderer's blood ;
And see ! the dogs of war are close behind ;
Naught can escape their all-devouring rage.
This did my conscious heart long since pi'esage,
And the fair dream that struck my raptured mind.
Th' avenger steals along with silent feet,
And sharpened sword, to his paternal seat,
His injured father's wrongs to vindicate ;
Concealed from all by Maia's fraudful son,
Who safe conducts him till the deed be done,
Nor longer will delay the needful work of fate.
Plectra. O my dear friends I they are about it now.
The deed is doing. But be still.
Electra. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.