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 Ah, Electra, child of a most wretched mother, why are you always wasting away in this unsated mourning for Agamemnon, who long ago was godlessly  ensnared in your false mother's wiles and betrayed by her corrupt hand? May the one who did that perish, if I may speak such a curse without breaking the gods' laws. Electra
 Ah, noble-hearted girls,  you have come to relieve me in my troubles. I know and feel it: it does not escape me. Still I cannot leave this task undone, nor abandon this mourning for my poor father. Ah, friends whose love responds to mine in every mood,  allow me to rave as I am, oh, please, I beg you!
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