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Rh By him shown fair, but, I believe, most foul.

If these condemn him, let them pass his doom!

That doom obtain effect, from Gods or men!

So be it; yet will that more solace bring

To the chafed heart of Justice than to mine.

To hear another tumult in these streets,

To have another murder in these halls,

To see another mighty victim bleed—

Small comfort offers for a woman there!

A woman, O my friends, has one desire:

To see secure, to live with, those she loves.

Can vengeance give me back the murdered? no!

Can it bring home my child? Ah, if it can,

I pray the Furies' ever-restless band,

And pray the Gods, and pray the all-seeing sun:

"Sun, who careerest through the height of Heaven,

When o'er the Arcadian forests thou art come,

And seest my stripling hunter there afield,

Put tightness in thy gold-embossed rein,

And check thy fiery steeds, and, leaning back,

Throw him a pealing word of summons down,

To come, a late avenger, to the aid

Of this poor soul who bare him, and his sire."

If this will bring him back, be this my prayer!

But Vengeance travels in a dangerous way,

Double of issue, full of pits and snares

For all who pass, pursuers and pursued—

That way is dubious for a mother's prayer.

Rather on thee I call, Husband beloved—

May Hermes, herald of the dead, convey

My words below to thee, and make thee hear—

Bring back our son! if may be, without blood!

Install him in thy throne, still without blood!

Grant him to reign there wise and just like thee,