With double lash. These twins, their help

Sleeps beneath the ground; and they

Who hold dominion here, alas!

With unholy sceptre sway.

Woe is me! but chiefly woe

Children dear to you!

STROPHE IV.
Electra.

Chiefly to me! Thy words shoot like an arrow,

And pierce my marrow.

O Jove, O Jove! that sendest from below[n30]