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SCENE THE FIFTH.
ORESTES, CLYTEMNESTRA, ELECTRA and PYLADES, with his sword drawn.PYLADES.
Arm, my friend,
We are betray'd—the city is all strife—
Slaughter and tumult rage in ev'ry street!
Hither contending parties seem to bend
Their furious course—delay not—follow me.
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