Aeschylus 
The Oresteia 

Sleep on! awake! what skills your sleep to me– Me, among all the dead by you dishonoured– Me from whom never, in the world of death, Dieth this curse, "'Tis she who smote and slew", And shamed and scorned I roam? Awake, and hear My plaint of dead men's hate intolerable. Me, sternly slain by them that should have loved, Me doth no god arouse him to avenge, Hewn down in blood by matricidal hands.