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 It is nevertheless with goodwill, like a true-hearted mother,  that I dissuade you from begetting misery upon miseries. Electra
 But what limit has nature begot for my affliction? Tell me, how can it be right to neglect the dead? Has such a seed been sown in any mortal? May I never have such men's esteem;  never, when I am close to prosperity, may I dwell in ease, hindering the wings of shrill lamentation so as to deprive my begetter of his honors! For if the dead is to lie a wretch, merely dust and nothingness,  while his slayers do not pay back to him blood for blood in penalty,  then shame and reverence will vanish from all humanity.
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