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Clytemnestra

A Tragedy
  
  
  

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SCENE V.
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SCENE V.

ELECTRA.
O ye dread deities, this work is yours!
It is my wretched mother, and Egysthus,
Sent helpless here for their own sacrifice;
With all the train of pliant priests that gave
A guilty acquiescence to their sin.
Alas! alas! with what despairing looks,
She frequent turns, and eyes the blacken'd sun:
Herself too chang'd from all imperial show.