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 Foreign ladies, how might I know for certain if this be the palace of the king Aegisthus? Chorus
This is the palace, stranger; you yourself have guessed correctly. Paedagogus
And am I on target when I surmise that this lady is his wife? She is indeed regal to look upon. Chorus
 Exactly right; this is she before you. Paedagogus
Greetings, royal lady! I bring happy news to you and to Aegisthus from a friend. Clytaemnestra
I welcome your greeting; but I would like first to know who may have sent you. Paedagogus
 Phanoteus the Phocian provided me the weighty task. Clytaemnestra
And what is it, sir? Tell me. Coming from a friend you will bring, I know, a kindly message. Paedagogus
Orestes is dead, to put it briefly. Electra
Oh, miserable me! My ruin comes today! Clytaemnestra
 What, friend? What did you say? Do not listen to her! Paedagogus
I said, and say again, “Orestes is dead.” Electra
This is my wretched end! I am no more! Clytaemnestra
You, go about your business! But you, sir, tell me exactly in what manner he was destroyed.
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