Chorus
What fantasies disturb you, dearest of sons to your father? Wait, do not be all overcome by fear.
Orestes
To me these are no imagined troubles. For there indeed are the hounds of wrath to avenge my mother.
Chorus
It is that the blood is still fresh on your hands; this is the cause of the disorder that assails your wits.
1055
Orestes
O lord Apollo, look! Now they come in troops, and from their eyes they drip loathsome blood!
Chorus
There is one way to cleanse you: the touch of Loxias
will set you free from this affliction.
1060
Orestes
You do not see them, but I see them. I am pursued. I can stay no longer.
Rushes out
Chorus
Then may blessings go with you, and may the god watch benevolently over you and guard you with favorable fortunes!
Libation Bearers. Aeschylus. Herbert Weir Smyth (Translator). New York. 1926.
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