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Pour forth your tears, splashing as they fall for our fallen lord, to accompany this protection against evil, this charm for the good  against the loathsome pollution. Hear me, oh hear me, my honored lord, out of the darkness of your spirit.1 Woe, woe, woe! Oh for a man mighty with the spear to deliver our house,  an Ares, brandishing in the fight the springing Scythian bow and wielding his hilted sword in close combat.As they conclude, Electra discovers the lock of Orestes' hair
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