ELECTRA.
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Electra.
How art thou harmed, avenging thine own sire?
Orestes.
Arraigned for a mother's murder—pure ere this! 975
Electra.
Yet impious, if thou succour not thy sire.
Orestes.
My mother for her blood must I requite.[1]
Electra.
And Him!—if thou forbear to avenge a father.
Orestes.
Ha!—spake a fiend in likeness of the God?—
Electra.
Throned on the holy tripod!—I trow not. 980
Orestes.
I dare not trust this oracle's utter faith!
Electra.
Wilt thou turn craven—be no more a man?
Lo, I will lay the selfsame snare for her[2]
Whereby thou didst her spouse Aegisthus slay.
