Electra
O my loved friends, I hear that pleasing voice
I could not hope to hear. But when I heard
I should not think it as mere shadowy form,
I would believe I saw the real man:
Since on this dangerous task thou art return'dol
Be the whole conduct thine. Had I been left
Alone, I had not fail'd myself to save",
With glory, or with glory to have died
ORES. I wish thee to be silent, for I hear
The steps of one advancing to these gates.
Electra. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.