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THE CHOËPHOROE
924–936

Orestes.

How shall I 'scape my Father's if I fail?


Clytemnestra (to herself).

Living, I cry for mercy to a tomb!


Orestes.

Yea, from the grave my father speaks thy doom.


Clytemnestra.

Ah God! The serpent that I bare and fed!


Orestes.

Surely of truth prophetic is the dread
That walketh among dreams. Most sinfully
Thou slewest: now hath Sin her will of thee.


[He drives Clytemnestra before him into the Palace. The Chorus come forward again.


Leader.

For these twain also in their fall I weep.
Yet, seeing Orestes now through mire so deep
Hath climbed the crest, I can but pray this eye
Of the Great House be not made blind and die.


Chorus.

[Strophe 1
Judgment came in the end
To Troy and the Trojans' lord,
(O Vengeance, heavy to fall!)

There came upon Atreus' Hall

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