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 Be advised to say no more; do you not see by what actions  under the present circumstances you plunge so shamefully into self-made miseries? You have far excelled in achieving misfortune, ever breeding wars in your hardhearted soul. But such strife  should not be pushed into a conflict with the powerful. Electra
 I have been forced to it, forced by a terrible compulsion. I know my own passion; it does not escape me; but, under such terrible compulsion, I will not restrain these disastrous cries of frenzy,  so long as life is in me. Who indeed, my noble friends, who that keeps what is appropriate in mind, would think any word of comfort right for my ears? Let me be, let me be, my comforters!  For these ills will be reckoned with those which have no cure; I will never know a respite from my pains, or the sum of this wailing.
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