--_Cho._ It is with pure good will, as if a mother, I beg you not
to heap ills on ills.--_Elec._ Is misery limited? is it noble to
neglect the dead? if they escape without penalty fear of the Gods will
be swept from the earth. {250}
EPISODE I
_Chorus now changing to Blank Verse_. We meant well, but do as you
will, we will follow you.--_Elec._ I am indeed ashamed; but remember
the trouble I am in: to be hated by my mother, house-mate with my
father's murderers; with Aegisthus sitting on my father's throne by day
and pouring libations on the hearth he violated; my mother not living
in fear of the Erinnys, but making a red-letter day of the day my
father died: I, alas! keep his birth day in solitary feast. I am
bitterly chidden when caught weeping, and threatened when news comes of
Orestes: all hope is far.--Aegisthus is from home, or she dared not
have indulged her grief even thus far. {327}
_Enter her sister, Chrysothemis, bearing funeral offerings_. She
remonstrates with Electra for uselessly wailing, instead of adapting
herself to her fate.
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