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Castor. Alas, what would ye? For that cry

Ourselves and all the sons of heaven

Have pity. Yea, our peace is riven

By the strange pain of these that die.

Orestes. No more to see thee! . Nor thy breath

Be near my face! . Ah, so it ends.

Electra. Farewell, dear Argos. All ye friends,

Farewell! . O faithful unto death,

Thou goest? . Aye, I pass from you,

Soft-eyed at last. . Go, Pylades,

And God go with you! Wed in peace

My tall Electra, and be true. [ and depart to the left.

Their troth shall fill their hearts.—But on:

Dread feet are near thee, hounds of prey,

Snake-handed, midnight-visaged, yea,

And bitter pains their fruit! Begone!

But hark, the far Sicilian sea

Calls, and a noise of men and ships

That labour sunken to the lips

In bitter billows; forth go we,

Through the long leagues of fiery blue,

With saving; not to souls unshriven;

But whoso in his life hath striven

To love things holy and be true,