[The two kneel over the body of CLYTEMNESTRA, and cover her with raiment.
ELECTRA.
On her that I loved of yore,
Robe upon robe I cast:
On her that I hated sore.
CHORUS.
O House that hath hated sore,
Behold thy peace at the last!
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LEADER.
Ha, see: above the roof-tree high
There shineth … Is some spirit there
Of earth or heaven? That thin air
Was never trod by things that die!
What bodes it now that forth they fare,
To men revealèd visibly?
[There appears in the air a vision of CASTOR and POLYDEUCES. The mortals kneel or veil their faces.