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THE CHOËPHOROE
Orestes.
Send back, O Earth, my sire to comfort me.
Electra.
In power, in beauty, Great Persephone!
Orestes.
Remember, Father, how they laved thee there!
Electra.
Remember the strange weaving thou didst wear!
Orestes.
A snarèd beast in chains no anvil wrought!
Electra.
In coilèd webs of shame and evil thought!
Orestes.
Scorn upon scorn! Oh, art thou wakenèd?
Electra.
Dost rear to sunlight that belovèd head?
Orestes.
Or send thine helping Vengeance to the light
To aid the faithful: or let even fight
Be joined in the same grapple as of yore,
If, conquered, thou wouldst quell thy conqueror.
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