The Tragedies of Seneca / Translated into English Verse, to Which Have Been Appended Comparative Analyses of the Corresponding Greek and Roman Plays, and a Mythological Index

by Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Electra: Flee, sole avenger of my father's death,910

Oh, flee, and shun these impious butchers' hands.

Our royal house is utterly o'erthrown,

Our kingdom gone.

But see, a stranger comes,

His horses driven to their utmost speed;

Come, brother, hide thyself beneath my robe.

But, O my foolish heart, whom dost thou fear?915

A stranger? Nay, thy foes are here at home.

Put off thy fears, for close at hand I see