into the house, the ancestral palace of his sire, bearing keen-edged
death in his hands; and Hermes, son of Maia, who hath shrouded the
guile in darkness, leads him forward, even to the end, and delays no
(ELECTRA enters from the palace.)
Ah, dearest friends, in a moment the men will do the deed;- but
wait in silence.
How is it?- what do they now?
She is decking the urn for burial, and those two stand close to
And why hast thou sped forth?
To guard against Aegisthus entering before we are aware.
Alas! Woe for the house forsaken of friends and filled with
A cry goes up within:- hear ye not, friends?
I heard, ah me, sounds dire to hear, and shuddered!
O hapless that I am!- Aegisthus, where, where art thou?
Hark, once more a voice resounds I
My son, my son, have pity on thy mother!
Thou hadst none for him, nor for the father that begat him.
Ill-fated realm and race, now the fate that hath pursued thee
day by day is dying,- is dying!
Oh, I am smitten!
Smite, if thou canst, once more!
Ah, woe is me again!
Would that the woe were for Aegisthus too!
The curses are at work; the buried live; blood flows for blood,
drained from the slayers by those who died of yore.
(ORESTES and PYLADES enter from the palace.)
Behold, they come! That red hand reeks with sacrifice to Ares; nor
can I blame the deed.
Orestes, how fare ye?
All is well within the house, if Apollo's oracle spake well.
The guilty one is dead?
Fear no more that thy proud mother will ever put thee to