Right well in this too hast thou schooled my thought.
CHORUS
Mindfully, next, on those who shed the blood--
ELECTRA
Pray on them what? expound, instruct my doubt.
CHORUS
This; _Upon them some G.o.d or mortal come_----
ELECTRA
As judge or as avenger? speak thy thought.
CHORUS
Pray in set terms, _Who shall the slayer slay_.
ELECTRA
Beseemeth it to ask such boon of heaven?
CHORUS
How not, to wreak a wrong upon a foe?
ELECTRA
O mighty Hermes, warder of the shades, Herald of upper and of under world, Proclaim and usher down my prayer"s appeal Unto the G.o.ds below, that they with eyes Watchful behold these halls, my sire"s of old-- And unto Earth, the mother of all things, And foster-nurse, and womb that takes their seed.
Lo, I that pour these draughts for men now dead, Call on my father, who yet holds in ruth Me and mine own Orestes, _Father, speak-- How shall thy children rule thine halls again?
Homeless we are and sold; and she who sold Is she who bore us; and the price she took Is he who joined with her to work thy death_, _Aegisthus, her new lord. Behold me here Brought down to slave"s estate, and far away Wanders Orestes, banished from the wealth That once was thine, the profit of thy care, Whereon these revel in a shameful joy.
Father, my prayer is said; "tis thine to hear-- Grant that some fair fate bring Orestes home, And unto me grant these--a purer soul Than is my mother"s, a more stainless hand._
These be my prayers for us; for thee, O sire, I cry that one may come to smite thy foes, And that the slayers may in turn be slain.
Cursed is their prayer, and thus I bar its path, Praying mine own, a counter-curse on them.
And thou, send up to us the righteous boon For which we pray: thine aids be heaven and earth, And justice guide the right to victory,
[_To the Chorus_
Thus have I prayed, and thus I shed these streams, And follow ye the wont, and as with flowers Crown ye with many a tear and cry the dirge, Your lips ring out above the dead man"s grave.
[_She pours the libations_.
CHORUS
Woe, woe, woe!
Let the teardrop fall, plashing on the ground Where our lord lies low: Fall and cleanse away the cursed libation"s stain, Shed on this grave-mound, Fenced wherein together, gifts of good or bane From the dead are found.
Lord of Argos, hearken!
Though around thee darken Mist of death and h.e.l.l, arise and hear!
Hearken and awaken to our cry of woe!
Who with might of spear Shall our home deliver?
Who like Ares bend until it quiver, Bend the northern bow?
Who with hand upon the hilt himself will thrust with glaive, Thrust and slay and save?
ELECTRA
Lo! the earth drinks them, to my sire they pa.s.s-- Learn ye with me of this thing new and strange.
CHORUS
Speak thou; my breast doth palpitate with fear.
ELECTRA
I see upon the tomb a curl new shorn.
CHORUS
Shorn from what man or what deep-girded maid?
ELECTRA
That may he guess who will; the sign is plain.
CHORUS
Let me learn this of thee; let youth prompt age.
ELECTRA
None is there here but I, to clip such gift.
CHORUS
For they who thus should mourn him hate him sore.
ELECTRA
And lo! in truth the hair exceeding like--
CHORUS
Like to what locks and whose? instruct me that.