Thy coming, sir, would deserve large recompense, if thou hast
hushed her clamorous tongue.
Then I may take my leave, if all is well.
Not so; thy welcome would then be unworthy of me, and of the
ally who sent thee. Nay, come thou in; and leave her without, to
make loud lament for herself and for her friends.
(CLYTEMNESTRA and the PAEDAGOGUS enter the palace.)
How think ye? Was there not grief and anguish there, wondrous
weeping and wailing of that miserable mother, for the son who perished
by such a fate? Nay, she left us with a laugh! Ah, woe is me!
Dearest Orestes, how is my life quenched by thy death! Thou hast
torn away with the from my heart the only hopes which still were
mine,- that thou wouldst live to return some day, an avenger of thy
sire, and of me unhappy. But now- whither shall I turn? I am alone,
bereft of thee, as of my father.
Henceforth I must be a slave again among those whom most I hate,
my father's murderers. Is it not well with me? But never, at least,
henceforward, will I enter the house to dwell with them; nay, at these
gates I will lay me down, and here, without a friend, my days shall
wither. Therefore, if any in the house be wroth, let them slay me; for
'tis a grace, if I die, but if I live, a pain; I desire life no more.
(The following lines between ELECTRA
and the CHORUS are chanted responsively.)
Where are the thunderbolts of Zeus, or where is the bright Sun, if
they look upon these things, and brand them not, but rest?
Woe, woe, ah me, ah me!
O daughter, why weepest thou?
ELECTRA (with hands outstretched to heaven)
Utter no rash cry!
Thou wilt break my heart!
How meanest thou?
If thou suggest a hope concerning those who have surely passed
to the realm below, thou wilt trample yet more upon my misery.
Nay, I know how, ensnared by a woman for a chain of gold, the
prince Amphiaraus found a grave; and now beneath the earth-
Ah me, ah me!
-he reigns in fulness of force.
Alas indeed! for the murderess-