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To keep a watch for fear

Aegisthus should forestall us unawares.

Woe! woe! O woeful house,

Of friends forsaken, full of murderers!

Listen! a cry within—hear ye not, friends?

I heard and shuddered—oh, an awesome cry.

Ah woe is me! Aegisthus, where art thou?

Hark; once again a wail.

O son, my son,

Have pity on thy mother!

Thou hadst none

On him or on the father that begat him.

Unhappy realm and house,

The curse that dogged thee day by day

Is dying, dying fast.

I am stricken, ah!

Strike, if thou canst, again.

Woe, woe is me once more! 241