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SCENE THE SEVENTH.

Electra.
Elec.
Oh night! ... Oh father! ... Ah, it was your deed,

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Ye gods, this thought of mine to place Orestes
In safety first. Thou wilt not find him, traitor.
Ah live, Orestes, live; and I will keep
This impious sword for thy adult right hand.
The day, I hope, will come, when I in Argos
Shall see thee, the avenger of thy father.