Was it a fiend who spoke in the likeness of the god?ElectraSeated on the holy tripod? I do not think so.OrestesI cannot believe that this oracle was well prophesied.ElectraDo not become a coward and fall into unmanliness!OrestesAm I to devise the same crafty scheme for her?ElectraThe same death that you gave to her husband, Aegisthus.OrestesI will go in; it is a dreadful task I am beginning and I will do dreadful things. If the gods approve, let it be; to me the contest is bitter and also sweet.

Orestes withdraws into the house.ChorusHail, Queen of the land of Argos, child of Tyndareus,and sister of those two noble sons of Zeus who dwell in the fiery heavens among the stars, whose honored office it is to save mortals in the high waves. Welcome, I give you worship equal to the blessed godsfor your wealth and great prosperity. Now is the time to pay our court to your fortunes. Welcome, o queen.ClytemnestraCome out of the wagon, Trojan maids, and take my hand, that I may step down from the chariot.The homes of the gods are adorned with Phrygian spoils, but I have obtained these women, choice objects from the land of Troy, in return for the daughter whom I lost, a slight reward but an ornament to my house.ElectraAnd, mother—for I live as a slavein this miserable house, cast out from my father’s home—may I not take that blessed hand of yours?ClytemnestraThese slaves are here; take no trouble on my account.ElectraWhat? You sent me away from home, a captive; I was taken when my home was taken, like these,all of us orphaned of a father.ClytemnestraWell, your father laid such plots against those whom least of all he should have, his own family. I will tell you; although when a woman gets an evil reputation, her tongue is bitter.In my opinion, not rightly; but it is correct for those who learn about the matter to hate, if it deserves hatred; if not, why hate at all? Now Tyndareus gave me to your father not so that I or any children I might bear should die.But that man went from the house, taking my child, with the persuasion of a marriage with Achilles, to Aulis which held the fleet; and there he stretched Iphigenia over the pyre, and cut her white cheek. And if, as a cure for the capture of the city,or as a benefit to his house, or to save his other children, he had killed one on behalf of many, I would have pardoned him. But, because Helen was lustful and the one who had her as a wife did not know how to punish the betrayer—for these reasons he destroyed my child.Well, although I was wronged, I would not have been angry at this, nor would I have killed my husband. But he came back to me with a girl, raving and possessed, and put her in his bed, and had two brides at once in the same house.A woman is a foolish thing, I don’t deny it; but, this granted, whenever a husband goes astray and rejects his own bed, the woman is likely to imitate her husband and find another love. And then in us the blame shines clearly,while the men, who caused this, are not badly spoken of. Now if Menelaus had been secretly snatched from his home, should I have killed Orestes to save Menelaus, my sister’s husband? How would your father have endured this? And so isn’t it right for him to diewhen he had killed what was mine, since I would have suffered at his hands? I killed him, I turned where indeed it was possible to go—to his enemies. For which one of your father’s friends would have joined me in his murder? Speak, if you want to say anything, and make your retort with frankness,in what way your father died unfairly.Chorus LeaderJustly spoken, but this justice is shameful. For a woman should yield to her husband in all things, if she has sense; anyone who does not agree does not come within the scope of what I say.ElectraRemember, mother, those last words of yours, giving me frankness towards you.ClytemnestraI say it again, and I do not deny it, child.ElectraThen will you treat me badly, when you hear it?