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Oh, sorrow! It seems now that all the stock of our ancient masters  has been leveled clean down to the roots. Clytaemnestra
O Zeus, how shall I name this news—fortunate? Or terrible, but beneficial? It is a bitter thing, when by my own misery I preserve my life. Paedagogus
Why are you so despondent, lady, at my news? Clytaemnestra
 There is a terrible power in motherhood; a mother may be wronged, but she can feel no hate for those whom she bore. Paedagogus
Then it seems that we have come in vain. Clytaemnestra
No, not in vain; how can you say “in vain” when you have brought me sure proofs of his death?  He sprang from my own life, yet deserting my breast and my nurture he became a fugitive, completely alien from me. And me, once he left this land, he saw no more; but, charging me with the murder of his father, he made terrible threats,  so that neither by night nor by day could sweet sleep cover me, but the imminent moment made me live always as if I were about to die. Now, however, since today I am rid of terror of him and of this girl—that greater plague  who shared my home while consuming undiluted my life-blood—now, I think, for all her threats, I shall pass my days in peace.
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