Attendant
Of Agamemnon, sole preserver! How-
Art thou come back? Art thou that faithful man,
Who from a thousand threatening ills preserved
My brother and myself? Blest be thy hands
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That bore him hence. How pleasant are the steps
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Of thy return! But when we late conversed,
Why keep thyself unknown? Why not disclose
The ancient friend? Why pierce my heart with words
When thou hadst deeds to fill my soul with joy?
Hail, O my father! For methinks I see
My father: hail! Of all mankind this day
Thee have I hated most, and most have loved.
Cease thy inquiries. What remains untold
The rolling course of many nights and days:
Will show thee. Now, O princes, is the time
To act; now Clytemnestra is alone;
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Now not a man is in the house; if now
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You make delay, with others wiser far
Than these, and more in number, you must fight,
Electra. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.