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64 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 411
إلكترا تسبح في بحور من الدموع. هي مثل طائر الليل الذي يبكي من حزن لا عزاء له
يا إلهي أبوللو، اسمع دعائي. أتوسل إليك أن تبارك خطانا وأن تحقق مسعانا. بين للإنسان أن الآلهة تصب جام غضبها على كل من يمارس فعل الشر.
(in front of a covered corpse, that Aegisthus does not know is Clytemnestra.)Clearly a happy play.
Orestes:
This isn't my corpse—it's yours.
Yours to look at, yours to eulogize.
Aegisthus:
Yes good point. I have to agree.
You there—Clytemnestra must be about in the house—
call her for me.
Orestes:
She is right before you. No need to look elsewhere.
By dread things I am compelled. I know that.
I see the trap closing.
I know what I am.