ELECTRA.
My spirit is too sore!
Howbeit, from this day I will no more
Hate him.
CLYTEMNESTRA (with a flash of hope).
O daughter!—Then, indeed, shall he,
I promise, never more be harsh to thee!
My spirit is too sore!
Howbeit, from this day I will no more
Hate him.
CLYTEMNESTRA (with a flash of hope).
O daughter!—Then, indeed, shall he,
I promise, never more be harsh to thee!