Sleep on, will ye
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? and what need is there of sleepers? But I thus dishonored by you among the other dead, because I was a slayer, reproach among the dead ceases not: and in disgrace I wander, and I declare to you that I have the greatest reproach from those. But having suffered thus dreadful things from those most dear, none of the deities is enraged on account of me, slaughtered by matricidal hands. Behold these blows on thee, my heart
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, for the slumbering mind is keen in its eyes
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, but during day the fate of mortals can not foresee
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futurity. Full oftentimes have ye tasted of my offerings
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, both wineless libations, temperate soothing gifts, and I have offered at the hearth of fire nightly solemn feasts at an hour common to none of the gods. And all these things I behold trampled under the heel. But he is gone having escaped like a fawn, and moreover lightly has he rushed from the midst of the toils, having greatly laughed at you. Hear what I have said in behalf of this my soul, O goddesses beneath the earth: for I Clytemnestra, a dream
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now call upon you. Snore on, but the man is gone flying afar: for the gods of supplication are friendly to my relatives, not to me
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. Soundly you slumber, and pity not my suffering; but Orestes murderer of me his mother is gone. Do you cry oh? do you slumber? will you not quickly arise?
What thing has been done by you except to work evils? Sleep and toil powerful conspirers have wasted the strength of the fell dragon.