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EURIPIDES
Fearing God, O Queen: whom thou
Hast forgotten, till thy brow
With old blood is dark and daunted.
And thy brethren, even now,
Walk among the stars, enchanted.
Leader.
Ha, friends, was that a voice? Or some dream sound
Of voices shaketh me, as underground
God's thunder shuddering? Hark, again, and clear!
It swells upon the wind.—Come forth and hear!
Mistress, Electra!
Electra, a bare sword in her hand, comes from the house.
Electra.
Friends! Some news is brought?
How hath the battle ended?
Leader.
I know naught.
There seemed a cry as of men massacred!
Electra.
I heard it too. Far off, but still I heard.
Leader.
A distant floating voice . . . Ah, plainer now!
