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    Electra: With linked Table of Contents
    Electra: With linked Table of Contents
    Electra: With linked Table of Contents
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    Electra: With linked Table of Contents

    By Sophocles

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    Set in the city of Argos a few years after the Trojan war, 'Electra' recounts the tale of Electra and the vengeance that she and her brother Orestes take on their mother Clytemnestra and step father Aegisthus for the murder of their father, Agamemnon.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWilder Publications, Inc.
    Release dateMay 22, 2015
    ISBN9781633849624
    Electra: With linked Table of Contents
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    Sophocles

    Sophocles is one of three ancient Greek tragedians whose plays have survived. His first plays were written later than or contemporary with those of Aeschylus, and earlier than or contemporary with those of Euripides.

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      Electra - Sophocles

      Electra

      by Sophocles

      Translated by Lewis Campbell, M.A., LL.D.

      EMERITUS PROFESSOR OF GREEK IN THE UNIVERSITY OF ST. ANDREWS

      HONORARY FELLOW OF BALLIOL COLLEGE, OXFORD

      ©2015 SMK Books

      All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission except for brief quotations for review purposes only.

      SMK Books

      PO Box 632

      Floyd, VA 24091-0632

      ISBN 13: 978-1-63384-962-4

      THE PERSONS

      An Old Man, formerly one of the retainers of Agamemnon.

      Orestes, son of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra.

      Electra, sister of Orestes.

      Chorus of Argive Women.

      Chrysothemis, sister of Orestes and Electra.

      Clytemnestra.

      Aegisthus.

      Pylades appears with Orestes, but does not speak.

      Scene. Mycenae: before the palace of the Pelopidae.

      Agamemnon on his return from Troy, had been murdered by his wife Clytemnestra and her paramour Aegisthus, who had usurped the Mycenean throne. Orestes, then a child, had been rescued by his sister Electra, and sent into Phocis with the one servant who remained faithful to his old master. The son of Agamemnon now returns, being of a full age, accompanied by this same attendant and his friend Pylades, with whom he has already concerted a plan for taking vengeance on his father’s murderers, in obedience to the command of Apollo.

      Orestes had been received in Phocis by Strophius, his father’s friend. Another Phocian prince, named Phanoteus, was a friend of Aegisthus.

      Electra

      Orestes and the Old Man.—Pylades is present

      Old Man. Son of the king who led the Achaean host

      Erewhile beleaguering Troy, ‘tis thine to day

      To see around thee what through many a year

      Thy forward spirit hath sighed for. Argolis

      Lies here before us, hallowed as the scene

      Of Io’s wildering pain: yonder, the mart

      Named from the wolf slaying God, and there, to our left,

      Hera’s famed temple. For we reach the bourn

      Of far renowned Mycenae, rich in gold

      And Pelops’ fatal roofs before us rise,

      Haunted with many horrors, whence my hand,

      Thy murdered sire then lying in his gore,

      Received thee from thy sister, and removed

      Where I have kept thee safe and nourished thee

      To this bright manhood thou dost bear, to be

      The avenger of thy father’s bloody death.

      Wherefore, Orestes, and thou, Pylades,

      Dearest of friends, though from a foreign soil,

      Prepare your enterprise with speed. Dark night

      Is vanished with her stars, and day’s bright orb

      Hath waked the birds of morn into full song.

      Now, then, ere foot of man go forth, ye two

      Knit counsels. ‘Tis no time for shy delay:

      The very moment for your act is come.

      Or. Kind faithful friend, how well thou mak’st appear

      Thy constancy in service to our house!

      As some good steed, aged, but nobly bred,

      Slacks not his spirit in the day of war,

      But points his ears to the fray, even so dost thou

      Press on and urge thy master in the van.

      Hear, then, our purpose, and if aught thy mind,

      Keenly attent, discerns of weak or crude

      In this I now set forth, admonish me.

      I, when I visited the Pythian shrine

      Oracular, that I might learn whereby

      To punish home the murderers of my sire,

      Had word from Phoebus which you straight shall hear:

      ‘No shielded host, but thine own craft, O King!

      The righteous death-blow to thine arm shall bring.’

      Then, since the will of Heaven is so revealed,

      Go thou within, when Opportunity

      Shall marshal thee the way, and gathering all

      Their business, bring us certain cognizance.

      Age and long absence are a safe disguise;

      They never will suspect thee who thou art.

      And let thy tale be that another land,

      Phocis, hath sent thee forth, and Phanoteus,

      Than whom they have no mightier help in war.

      Then, prefaced with an oath, declare thy news,

      Orestes’ death by dire mischance, down-rolled

      From wheel-borne

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