Governor
[/ And safety must be purchased by misfortunes. ^
Why grieve you, madam ?
Cly. 'Tis a bitter task
To bring forth children ; though a mother 's wronged,
A mother cannot hate the babe she bore.
"TjI^ov. Then with ungrateful news in vain I came.
Cly. Oh no ! Most welcome is the man who brings
Such joyful tidings, that a thankless child
Is gone, who left a tender mother's arms
To live a voluntary exile from me \
Ne'er to these eyes returned, but absent raged.
And threatened vengeance for his murdered father.
Day had no rest for me, nor did the night
Bring needful slumbers — thoughts of instant death
Appalled me ever. But my fears are gone !
He cannot hurt me now, nor, worse than him,
This vile domestic plague, who haunts me still
To suck my vital blood \ but henceforth safe,
Spite of her threats, shall Clytemnestra live.
Electra. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.