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The Internet Classics Archive | Electra by Sophocles |
 | | For my part, friends, I am not wholly unused to her discourse; nor should I have touched upon this theme, had I not heard that she was threatened with a dread doom, which shall restrain her from her long-drawn laments. |
 | | Electra, forsaken, braves the storm alone; she bewails alway, hapless one, her father's fate, like the nightingale unwearied in lament; she recks not of death, but is ready to leave the sunlight, could she but quell the two Furies of her house. |
 | | Bethink thee, Electra, thou art the child of mortal sire, and mortal was Orestes; therefore grieve not too much. |
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