But never will I end from cries and bitter lamentation,
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while I look on the stars' glistening flashes or on this light of day. No, like the nightingale, slayer of her offspring, I will wail without ceasing, and cry aloud to all here at the doors of my father.
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O House of Hades and Persephone! O Hermes of the shades! O potent Curse, and you fearsome daughters of the gods, the Erinyes, who take note when a life is unjustly taken, when a marriage-bed is thievishly dishonored,
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come, help me, bring vengeance for the murder of my father and send me my brother. I no longer have the strength to hold up alone against
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the load of grief that crushes me.
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