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Unblest Mycene! Thus the sons

Of Tantalus, with barbarous hands, have sown

Curse upon curse; and, as the shaken weed

Scatters around a thousand poison-seeds,

So they assassins ceaseless generate,

Their children's children ruthless to destroy.—

Now tell the remnant of thy brother's tale,

Which horror darkly hid from me before.

How did the last descendant of the race—

The gentle child, to whom the Gods assign'd

The office of avenger—how did he

Escape that day of blood? Did equal fate

Around Orestes throw Avernus' net

Say, was he saved? and is he still alive?

And lives Electra, too?