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EURIPIDES
Orestes.
Grant us thy strength, if for the right we cry.
Old Man.
Strength to these twain, to right their father's wrong!
Electra.
Earth, deep Earth, to whom I yearn in vain,
Orestes.
And deeper thou, O father darkly slain,
Old Man.
Thy children call, who love thee: hearken thou!
Orestes.
Girt with thine own dead armies, wake, O wake!
Electra.
With all that died at I lion for thy sake . . .
Old Man.
And hate earth's dark defilers; help us now!
Electra.
Dost hear us yet, O thou in deadly wrong,
Wronged by my mother?
Old Man.
Child, we stay too long.
He hears; be sure he hears!
Electra.
And while he hears,
I speak this word for omen in his ears:
