... a man, And I am none. Be she my sister's child, Or of yet nearer blood to me than all That take protection from my hearth, the pair Shall not escape the worst of deaths. For know, I count the younger of the twain no less Copartner in this plotted funeral: And now I bid you call her. Late I saw her Within the house, beyond herself, and frantic. —Full oft when one is darkly scheming wrong, The disturbed spirit hath betrayed itself Before the act it hides.—But not less hateful Seems it to me, ... — The Seven Plays in English Verse • Sophocles
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