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Chorus

O Zeus, O Zeus, what should I say? Where shall I begin this prayer of mine, this appeal to the gods? How in my loyal zeal can I succeed in finding words to match need? Now is the moment when the blood-stained edges of the blades that lay men low

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are utterly forever to destroy the house of Agamemnon. Or else, kindling a flaming light in the cause of freedom, Orestes will win both the rule over his realm and the rich possessions of his fathers.

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Our gallant Orestes, with no one to assist him, is now to meet with two in such a contest. And may it be to triumph!

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Aegisthus

within Oh! Oh! O woe!

Chorus

Ah! Ah! Alas! What is happening? What is being accomplished for our house? Let us stand apart while the matter is still unsettled so that we may be considered blameless in these ills. For the issue of the fighting has now been decided. The Chorus withdraws to the side of the scene; then a servant of Aegisthus rushes in

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Servant

O woe, oh utter woe! My master is slain! O woe! I cry yet again, for the third time. Aegisthus is no more! Come, with all speed! Unbar and open the women’s door! And a strong arm indeed is needed, but not to help him who is already slain: what good is there in that?

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Help! Help! Am I shouting to the deaf and fruitlessly wasting my voice on people who are asleep? Where has Clytaemestra gone? What is she doing? Her own neck, near the razor’s edge, is now ready to fall beneath the stroke.

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Clytaemestra

What is this? What cry for help are you raising in our house?

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Servant

I tell you the dead are killing the living. ¹

Clytaemestra

Ah! Indeed I grasp the meaning of the riddle. We are to perish by treachery, just as we committed murder. Someone give me a battle-axe, and quickly! Let us know if we are victors or vanquished:

for I have even come to this in this wretched business. Exit Servant. The door is opened and the corpse of Aegisthus is discovered. Nearby stands Orestes, and at a distance Pylades

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Orestes

It is you I seek. He over there has had enough.

Clytaemestra

Oh no! My beloved, valiant Aegisthus! You are dead!

Orestes

You love this man? Then you will lie in the same grave,

and you will never abandon him in death.

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Clytaemestra

Wait, my son! Have pity, child, upon this breast at which many times while you slept you sucked with toothless gums the milk that nourished you.

Orestes

Pylades, what shall I do? Shall I spare my mother out of pity?

Pylades

What then will become in the future of Loxias’ oracles declared at Pytho , and of our sworn pact? Count all men your enemies rather than the gods.

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Orestes

I judge you victor: you advise me well. To Clytaemestra Come, this way! I mean to kill you by his very side. For while he lived, you thought him better than my father.

Sleep with him in death, since you love him but hate the man you were bound to love.

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Clytaemestra

It was I who nourished you, and with you I would grow old.

Orestes

What! Murder my father and then make your home with me?

Clytaemestra

Fate, my child, must share the blame for this.

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Orestes

And fate now brings this destiny to pass.

Clytaemestra

Have you no regard for a parent’s curse, my son?

Orestes

You brought me to birth and yet you cast me out to misery.

Clytaemestra

No, surely I did not cast you out in sending you to the house of an ally.

Orestes

I was sold in disgrace, though I was born of a free father.

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Clytaemestra

Then where is the price I got for you?

Orestes

I am ashamed to reproach you with that outright.

Clytaemestra

But do not fail to proclaim the follies of that father of yours as well.

Orestes

Do not accuse him who suffered while you sat idle at home.

Clytaemestra

It is a grief for women to be deprived of a husband, my child.

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Orestes

Yes, but it is the husband’s toil that supports them while they sit at home.

Clytaemestra

You seem resolved, my child, to kill your mother.

Orestes

You will kill yourself, not I.

Clytaemestra

Take care: beware the hounds of wrath that avenge a mother.

Orestes

And how shall I escape my father’s if I leave this undone?

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Clytaemestra

I see that though living I mourn in vain before a tomb. ²

Orestes

Yes, for my father’s fate has marked out this destiny for you.

Clytaemestra

Oh no! I myself bore and nourished this serpent!

Orestes

Yes, the terror from your dream was indeed a prophet. You killed him whom you should not; so suffer what should not be.

He forces Clytaemestra within; Pylades follows

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Chorus

Truly I grieve even for these in their twofold downfall. Yet since long-suffering Orestes has reached the peak of many deeds of blood, we would rather have it so, that the eye of the house should not be utterly lost.