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EURIPIDES
Electra.
Strike her as she struck
Our father!
Orestes (to himself, brooding).
Phoebus, God, was all thy mind
Turned unto darkness?
Electra.
If thy God be blind,
Shalt thou have light?
Orestes (as before).
Thou, thou, didst bid me kill
My mother: which is sin.
Electra.
How brings it ill
To thee, to raise our father from the dust?
Orestes.
I was a clean man once. Shall I be thrust
From men's sight, blotted with her blood?
Electra.
Thy blot
Is black as death if him thou succour not!
Orestes.
Who shall do judgment on me, when she dies?
