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SCENE VIII.
Electra and Pylades.ELECTRA.
Oh! coward priests, will you not after him,
Nor save e'en your own altars from the stain?
Pylades too! canst thou stand shiv'ring here?—
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Rise! rise dread spirit of my father, rise!
And scare him from the crime. Egysthus! wake!
Hast thou no ghost to blaze upon his sight?
Oh! ye that rule the influential stars,
Strike down with palsy his uplifted arm!
Pylades! Oh Pylades!—Hark! hark! hark!
PYLADES.
'Tis but the solemn sounding of his tread.
ELECTRA.
Comes he yet back?
PYLADES.
Not yet.
ELECTRA.
What sounds are these?
PYLADES.
A wail and general lamentation spreads
Through all the city.
ELECTRA.
List.—Did you hear that?
ORESTES.
On to the altar; to the altar straight!
CLYTEMNESTRA.
Murderer! matricide, forbear! forbear!
ORESTES.
The priest of Justice for his victim waits.
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Ho! you without; will no one help? Help! help!
ORESTES.
All now were vain.
PYLADES.
O Heav'ns! she falls, she dies.—
'Tis past, Electra; see th'avenger comes,
With ghastly horror, and all grim with gore.
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