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Orestes: him his nurse Arsinoe

Rescued from the fierce hands, the treachery

Most foul of Klytaemnestra, when she laid

The young child’s father dead with murderous blade,

And when with the pale-gleaming bronze she sped

To Acheron’s shadowy margent of the dead

Kassandra, Dardanid Priam’s prophet-daughter

With Agamemnon’s soul, in one red slaughter