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ELECTRA.
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Electra.

A shriek of Argives?—or of them I love? 755


Chorus.

I know not: all confused rang out the strain.


Electra.

Thine answer is my death!—why linger I?


Chorus.

Stay, till in certainty thou learn thy fate.


Electra.

No—vanquished!—where be they, his messengers?


Chorus.

They yet shall come; not lightly slain are kings. 760

Enter Messenger.

Messenger.

Victory! victory, maids Mycenian!
To all friends, tidings of Orestes' triumph!
Low lieth Agamemnon's murderer
Aegisthus: render thanks unto the Gods.


Electra.

Who art thou?—what attests thy tidings' truth? 765


Messenger.

Look,—dost thou know me not,—thy brother's henchman?