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8 To fly if men look close and watch my way;

If not, to seek my sister. For men say

She dwelleth in these hills, no more a maid

But wedded. I must find her house, for aid

To guide our work, and learn what hath betid

Of late in Argos.—Ha, the radiant lid

Of Dawn's eye lifteth! Come, friend; leave we now

This trodden path. Some worker of the plough,

Or serving damsel at her early task

Will presently come by, whom we may ask

If here my sister dwells. But soft! Even now

I see some bondmaid there, her death-shorn brow

Bending beneath its freight of well-water.

Lie close until she pass; then question her.

A slave might help us well, or speak some sign

Of import to this work of mine and thine.

[The two men retire into ambush. enters, returning from the well.

Let me remember. I am she,

Agamemnon's child, and the mother of me

Clytemnestra, the evil Queen,

Helen's sister. And folk, I ween,

That pass in the streets call yet my name

Electra. God protect my shame!