Clytemnestra Monologue from Electra

From Electra by Euripides

female · anguished · 1:00 min

Aye, child; I know thy heart, from long ago. Thou hast alway loved him best. 'Tis oft-time so: One is her father's daughter, and one hot To bear her mother's part. I blame thee not.... Yet think not I am happy, child; nor flown With pride now, in the deeds my hand hath done.... [_Seeing_ ELECTRA _unsympathetic, she checks herself_. But thou art all untended, comfortless Of body and wild of raiment; and thy stress Of travail scarce yet ended!... Woe is me! 'Tis all as I have willed it. Bitterly I wrought against him, to the last blind deep Of bitterness.... Woe's me!

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