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How couldst thou dare that dread deed on our mother?

Speak we not of it!—to avenge my sire.

And what the cause for which she slew her lord?

Let be my mother: 'twould pollute thine ears.

I am silent. Looketh Argos now to thee?

Menelaus rules: I am exiled from the land.

Our uncle—he insult our stricken house!

Nay, but the Erinnyes' terror drives me forth.

Thence told they of thy frenzy on yon shore.

Not now first was my misery made a show.

Yea, for thy mother's sake fiends haunted thee—