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the third day from now, and all our maidens are to go to Hera's temple.
ELECTRA Kind friends, my heart is not set on festivity, nor do necklaces
of gold cause any flutter in my sorrowing bosom, nor will I stand
up with the maidens of Argos to beat my foot in the mazy dance. Tears
have been my meat day and night; ah misery! See my unkempt hair, my
tattered dress; are they fit for a princess, a daughter of Agamemnon,
or for Troy which once thought of my father as its captor?
CHORUS (antistrophe)
Mighty is the goddess; so come, and borrow of me broidered robes
for apparel and jewels of gold that add a further grace to beauty's
charms. Dost think to triumph o'er thy foes by tears, if thou honour
not the gods? 'Tis not by lamentation but by pious prayers to heaved
that thou, my daughter, wilt make fortune smile on thee.
ELECTRA No god hearkens to the voice of lost Electra, or heeds the
sacrifices offered by my father long ago. Ah woe for the dead! woe
for the living wanderer, who dwelleth in some foreign land, an outcast
and vagabond at a menial board, sprung though he is of a famous sire!
Myself, too, in a poor man's hut do dwell, wasting my soul with grief,
an exile from my father's halls, here by the scarred hill-side; while
my mother is wedded to a new husband in a marriage stained by blood.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Many a woe to Hellas and thy house did Helen,
thy mother's sister, cause.
ELECTRA (catching sight of ORESTES AND PYLADES) Ha! Friends, I break
off my lament; yonder are strangers just leaving the place of ambush
where they were couching, and making for the house. We must seek to
escape the villains by flying, thou along the path and I into my cottage.
ORESTES Stay, poor maid; fear no violence from me.
ELECTRA O Phoebus Apollo I beseech thee spare my life.
ORESTES Give me the lives of others more my foes than thou!
ELECTRA Begone! touch me not! thou hast no right to.
ORESTES There is none I have a better right to touch.
ELECTRA How is it then thou waylayest me, sword in hand, near my
ORESTES Wait and hear, and thou wilt soon agree with me
ELECTRA Here I stand; I am in thy power in any case, since thou art
the stronger.
ORESTES I am come to thee with news of thy brother.
ELECTRA O best of friends! is he alive or dead?
ORESTES Alive; I would fain give thee my good news first.
ELECTRA God bless thee! in return for thy welcome tidings.
ORESTES I am prepared to share that blessing between us.
ELECTRA In what land is my poor brother spending his dreary exile?
ORESTES His ruined life does not conform to the customs of any one
ELECTRA Surely he does not want for daily bread?
ORESTES Bread he has, but an exile is a helpless man at best.
ELECTRA What is this message thou hast brought from him?
ORESTES He asks, "Art thou alive? and if so, How art thou faring?"
ELECTRA Well, first thou seest how haggard I am grown.
ORESTES So wasted with sorrow that I weep for thee.
ELECTRA Next mark my head, shorn and shaven like a Scythian's.
ORESTES Thy brother's fate and father's death no doubt disturb thee.
ELECTRA Yes, alas! for what have I more dear than these?
ORESTES Ah! and what dost thou suppose is dearer to thy brother?
ELECTRA He is far away, not here to show his love to me.
ORESTES Wherefore art thou living here far from the city?
ELECTRA I am wedded, sir; a fatal match!
ORESTES Alas! for thy brother; I pity him. Is thy husband of Mycenae?
ELECTRA He is not the man to whom my father ever thought of betrothing
ORESTES Tell me all, that I may report it to thy brother.
ELECTRA I live apart from my husband in this house.
ORESTES The only fit inmate would be a hind or herd.
ELECTRA Poor he is, yet he displays a generous consideration for

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