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justice of my speech? CHR. Justice may chance to bring me injury. EL. I care not, I, to live by such a rule. CHR. Well, if you do it, you will find me wise. EL. Well, I will do it, nought dismayed by thee. CHR. Speak you plain sooth? and will you not be counselled? EL. No, for bad counsel is of all most hateful. CHR. You take the sense of nothing that I say. EL. Long since, not newly, my resolve is firm. CHR. Then I will go. Thy heart will ne'er be brought To praise my words, nor I thine action here. EL. Then go within! I will not follow thee, Though thou desire it vehemently. None Would be so fond to hunt on a cold trail. CHR. If this seem wisdom to thee, then be wise Thy way: but in the hour of misery, When it hath caught thee, thou wilt praise my words. [_Exit_ CHRYSOTHEMIS CHORUS. Wise are the birds of air I 1 That with true filial care For those provide convenient food Who gave them birth, who wrought their good. Why will not men the like perfection prove? Else, by the fires above, And heavenly Rectitude, Fierce recompense they shall not long elude. O darkling rumour, world-o'er-wandering voice That piercest to the shades beneath the ground, To dead Atrides waft a sound Of sad reproach, not bidding him rejoice. Stained is the ancestral hall, I 2 Broken the battle-call, That heretofore his children twain In loving concord did sustain. Alone, deserted, vexed, Electra sails, Storm-tossed with rugged gales, Lamenting evermore Like piteous Philomel, and pining sore For her lost father;--might she but bring down That two-fold Fury, caring not for death, But ready to resign her breath, What maid so worthy of a sire's renown? None who inherit from a noble race, II 1 Complying with things base Will let their ancient glory be defiled. So 'twas thy choice, dear child, Through homeless misery[9] to win a two-fold prize, Purging the sin and shame[10] That cloud the Argive name, So to be called most noble and most wise. May'st thou surpass thy foes in wealth and power II 2 As o'er thee now they tower! Since I have found thee,
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