Your work begins at once; you have drawn the first lot in the slaughter. Orestes I would go, if some one would show me the way. Old man Yes, I can escort you myself, not against my will. Orestes O Zeus, god of my fathers, be also the vanquisher of my enemies— Electra And have pity on us; for we have suffered pitiably— Old man Yes, indeed, have pity on your own descendants. Electra And Hera, you who rule Mycenae ’s altars— Orestes Give us victory, if we are asking for what is right. Old man Yes, indeed, give them the right of vengeance for their father. Orestes You too, father, living below the earth through an unholy deed— Electra And Lady Earth, to whom I give my hands— Old man Defend, defend these, your dearest children. Orestes Now come and bring with you all the dead as allies. Electra Those who destroyed the Trojans in war with you— Old man And all who hate the unholy and polluted. Electra Do you hear me, you who suffered dreadful things from my mother? Old man Your father hears everything, I know; but it is time to be on our way. Electra And I tell you therefore that Aegisthus is to die; if you fall dead in the struggle, I am also dead, do not count me as alive; for I will strike my heart with a two-edged sword. I will go indoors and make things ready there. So that if a good report comes from you, the whole house will cry aloud in triumph; but, if you die, it will be the opposite of that. These are my words to you. Orestes I know it all. Electra Therefore you must be a man. Exeunt Orestes, Pylades, and Old Man. And you, women, please take care to give a shout in signal of this contest. I will keep a sword ready, holding it in my hand, for I will not ever, if defeated, submit to my enemies the right to insult my body.
 Exit Electra. Chorus The story remains in old legends that Pan, the keeper of wild beasts, breathing sweet-voiced music on his well-joined pipes, once brought from its tender mother on Argive hills a lamb with beautiful golden fleece. A herald stood on the stone platform and cried aloud, To assembly, Mycenaeans, go to assembly to see the omens given to our blessed rulers. . . . and they honored the house of Atreus. Chorus The altars of beaten gold were set out; and through the town the altar fires of the Argives blazed; the flute, handmaid of the Muse’s song, sounded its note sweetly, and lovely songs of the golden lamb swelled forth, saying that Thyestes had the luck; for he persuaded Atreus’ own wife to secret love, and carried off to his house the portent; coming before the assembly he declared that he had in his house the horned sheep with fleece of gold.