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That rang from Phoebus in his mood.

Electra. And what should Phoebus seek with me,

Or all God's oracles that be,

That I must bear my mother's blood?

Castor. Thy hand was as thy brother's hand,

Thy doom shall be as his. One stain,

From dim forefathers on the twain

Lighting, hath sapped your hearts as sand.

Orestes. After so long, sister, to see

And hold thee, and then part, then part,

By all that chained thee to my heart

Forsaken, and forsaking thee!

Castor. Husband and house are hers. She bears

No bitter judgment, save to go

Exiled from Argos.

Electra. And what wo [sic]

What tears are like an exile's tears?

Orestes. Exiled and more am I; impure,

A murderer in a stranger's hand!

Castor. Fear not. There dwells in Pallas' land

All holiness. Till then endure!

Orestes. Aye, closer; clasp my body well,

And let thy sorrow loose, and shed,

As o'er the grave of one new dead,

Dead evermore, thy last farewell!