Epeisodion 6
Messenger
I, too, am startled. Still I am nourished by the hope that
at the grave news of her son she thinks it unworthy to make her laments
before the city, but in the shelter of her home will set her handmaids
to mourn the house’s grief.
For she is not unhabituated to discretion, that she
should err.
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Chorus
I do not know. But to me, in any case, a silence too strict
seems to promise trouble just as much as a fruitless abundance of
weeping.
Messenger
I will find out whether she is not, in fact, hiding some
repressed plan in the darkness of her passionate heart.
I will go in, since you are right—in an excess of
silence, too, there may be trouble. Exit Messenger.
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