Capitolo 55
Who with strength of lance
Will our house deliver?
Who likes Ares it turns until it waves,
Do you bend the northern arc?
Who with hand on the hilt him they will thrust with glaive,
Push and does it kill and salute?
ELECTRA
Here! earth drinks them, to the my their sire they pass--
Knows ye with me about this thing new and strange.
CHOIR
You speak you; my doths of the breast palpitate with fear.
ELECTRA
I see on the grave a curl new disseisee.
CHOIR
Done strip from that man or that houseservant deep-surrounds?
ELECTRA
That is able him supposition that wants; the signal is simple.
CHOIR
Allow me to know this about thee; you leave youth hello you grow old.
ELECTRA
Nobody is here there but me, to clutch such gift.
CHOIR
For theirs whom you/he/she should cry him/it so you hate him aching.
ELECTRA
And here! in truth the hair to exceed they like--
CHOIR
Does what he/she closes like and of whom? train me that.
ELECTRA
As to that the children of my father bring.
CHOIR
Is this lock the secret gift of Orestes then?
ELECTRA
The most greater part likes it is to the curls that he has brought,
CHOIR
Does he/she anchor as it challenged him to come to his/her house?
ELECTRA
Him the hath but it sent him/it, clipt to cry his/her sire.
CHOIR
It is a sorrowful pain as his/her death,
What he should still live you ever challenge return.
ELECTRA
Yea and my o'erflows of the heart with bile of the pain,
And I am perforated as with a dart that splits;
The first drops like after the drought, my torn wounds
You fall down to the wish, a tide burst and bitter,
As on this lock I look fixed; I cannot hold
What any Argives safe same Orestes
It was never thereof of the gentleman; neither, well me the wot,
Hath her, the murds are, naked and staid this lock
To cry him/it her killed who--my mother her,
Bearing the heart of anybody mother, but to his/her run
A spirit of abhorrence, was abhorred of sky!
Still to affirm, as suddenly sure fact,
What a this cometh of adornment of the hand