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EURIPIDES.

Electra.

Nay, but my mother, her that gave me birth.


Orestes.

Ha! fair and full into the toils she runs. 965


Electra.

O flaunting pomp of chariots and attire!


Orestes.

What shall we do?—our mother shall we slay?


Electra.

How?—hath ruth seized thee, seeing thy mother's form?


Orestes.

Woe!
How can I slay her—her that nursed, that bare me?


Electra.

Even as she thy father slew and mine. 970


Orestes.

O Phœbus, folly exceeding was thine hest—


Electra.

Nay, where Apollo erreth, who is wise?


Orestes.

Who against nature bad'st me slay my mother!