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SCENE THE SECOND.
Electra.
Elec.
Ægisthus flies from me, and he does well:
But I behold that likewise from my sight
My mother seeks t'escape! Infatuate
And wretched mother! She could not resist
The blameable desire for the last time
To see Ægisthus. They have here, at length,
Conferr'd together... But Ægisthus seems
Too much elated, and too confident,
For one condemn'd to exile. She appear'd
Like one disturb'd in thought, but more possest
With anger and resentment, than with grief.
Oh heavens! who knows, to what that miscreant,
With his infernal arts, may have impell'd her!
To what extremities have wrought her up! ..
Now, now, indeed, I tremble! .. What misdeeds,
How black in kind, how manifold in number,
Do I behold! .. Yet, if I speak, I kill
My mother: .. If I am silent? ...
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