Governor
No :
First be Apollo's great behests obeyed
Before thy father's tomb. That pious deed
Performed shall fire our souls with nobler wariuih,
And crown our bold attempt with fair success. [ExucuL
Eleotra.
O hJicred light I and O thou ambient aii' !
Her sighs and groans, and witnessed to her woes,
Which ever as each hateful morn appeared
T poured befoi-e you : what at eve retired
I felt of anguish my sad couch alone
Can tell, which watered nightly with my tears
Received me sorrowing — tliat best can tell
What pangs I suffered for a hapless father,
Whom not tlie god of war with ruthless hand
Struck nobly fighting in a distant soil.
But my fell mother, and the cursed ^gisthus,
The partner of her bed, remorseless slew.
Untimely didst thou fall, lamented shade,
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Nor shall she ce;ise to mourn thee, while these eyes
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View the fair heavens or behold the sun !
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Never ! oh, never ! Like the nightingale.
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Whose plaintive song bewails her ravished brood,
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Here will I still lament my father's wrongs,
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And teach the echo to repeat my moan.
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O ye infernal deities ! and thou
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Terrestrial Hermes ! and thou, Nemesis,
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Replete with curses ! and ye vengeful Furies,
Offspring of gods, the ministers of wrath
To vile adulterers, who with pity view
The slaughtered innocent— behold this deed !
Oh ! come, assist, revenge my father's murder ;
Quickly, oh, quickly bring me my Orestes ;
For lo ! 1 sink beneath oppressive woe,
And can no longer bear the weight alone.
Electra. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.