OLD MAN
ORESTES and the Old Man — PYLADES is present.
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Son of the king who led the Achaean host
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Erewhile beleaguering Troy, ’tis thine to day
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To see around thee what through many a year
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Thy forward spirit hath sighed for. Argolis
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Lies here before us, hallowed as the scene
Of Io’s wildering pain: yonder, the mart
Named from the wolf slaying God, and there, to our left,
Hera’s famed temple. For we reach the bourn
Of far renowned Mycenae, rich in gold
And Pelops’ fatal roofs before us rise,
Haunted with many horrors, whence my hand,
Thy murdered sire then lying in his gore,
Received thee from thy sister, and removed
Where I have kept thee safe and nourished thee
To this bright manhood thou dost bear, to be
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The avenger of thy father’s bloody death.
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Wherefore, Orestes, and thou, Pylades,
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Dearest of friends, though from a foreign soil,
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Prepare your enterprise with speed. Dark night
Is vanished with her stars, and day’s bright orb
Hath waked the birds of morn into full song.
Now, then, ere foot of man go forth, ye two
Knit counsels. ’Tis no time for shy delay:
The very moment for your act is come.
Electra. Sophocles. Lewis Campbell (Translator). London, New York and Toronto. 1906.