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19559	Euripides	Book of illustrations : Ancient Tragedy			.txt	text/plain	37865	3928	91	how the Son shall come as his father's avenger and hers.--The _Chorus_ dread!--_Clyt._ Now thou art right: it is the Evil Genius of the House brood of curses dark?--_Clyt._ Thou art right; but here let the demon _Orest._ Blame not the man that toils when thou'rt at ease. _Clytaem._ Thou seem'st, my son, about to slay thy mother. _Elec._ Thy words, ill-omened, fall, O friend, on none _Elec._ Surely thou dost not come by line of blood _Ores._ Bearing thy brother's words to thee I come. _Ores._ T' inquire, if living, where thou bear'st thy griefs. For never shall thy mother see thee led _Adm._ Why, get you gone, thou and thy worthy wife: _Herc._ I praise thee that thou'rt faithful to thy wife. _Adm._ No, by thy father Jove, let me entreat thee. _Herc._ In very deed dost thou behold thy wife. _Herc._ Speak to her: thou hast all thy heart could wish.	./cache/19559.txt	./txt/19559.txt