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EXODUS, OR FINALE
Cries are heard from within: the Chorus know that the deed is done.
_By the machinery of the roller-stage the interior of the Cottage is
displayed, with Orestes and Electra standing over the corpse of
Clytaemnestra_.
A revulsion of feeling has come over them; they did the deed in frenzy;
now, instead of triumph, they have no thoughts but for the act they
have done, and how they will carry a curse with them ever after, and
all will shun them. With horror they recall the details of the scene:
_Ores._ Didst thou see her when she drew {1338}
Her vests aside, and bared her breasts, and bow'd
To earth her body whence I drew my birth,
Whilst in her locks my furious hand I wreath'd?
_Elec._ With anguish'd mind, I know, thou didst proceed,
When heard thy wailing mother's piteous cries.
_Ores._ These words, whilst with her hands she strok'd my cheeks,
Burst forth, "Thy pity I implore, my son;"
Soothing she spoke, as on my cheeks she hung,
That bloodless from my hand the sword might fall.


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