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What madness this? Is life no more your care?
Where is your prudence? Where your heedful thought
Of danger? Know you not that you now stand
Not on the verge, but in the midst of ills,
The greatest ills? And had not I long watch'd
Within this portal, your designs had found T
An entrance ere yourselves; my cautious care()
To this I have opposed. But now break off! //
Your long discourse, and these wild cries of jby,
And enter: the important moment calls
For action: mischief lurks beneath delay.l
Electra. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.