 | The Eyghth Tragedye of L. Annaevs Seneca, Entituled Agamemnon |  |
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THE SECONDE SCEANE.
ELECTRA.O thou whom of our Fathers death the onely helpe wee haue,
Fly, fly, from force of furious foes, make hast thy selfe to saue:
Our house is topsey turuey tost, our Stocke is cast away,
Our ruthfull realmes to ruin ronne, our kingdomes doe decay.
Who cometh heere in Chariot swift thus galloping a mayne?
Brother, disguised in thy weede let mee thy person fayne.
O Bussard blynde, what dost thou meane from forrayne folke to fly?
Whom dost thou shun? it doth behoue to feare this family.
Orestes now bee boulde, and set all shiuering feare a side,
The certayne succour of a trusty friende I haue espide.
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