Yes, with such leisure as this watching over a brother leaves.HelenWill you go for me to my sister’s tomb?ElectraWould you have me seek my mother’s tomb? Why?HelenTo carry an offering of hair and a libation from me.ElectraIsn’t it right for you to go to the tomb of one you love?HelenNo, for I am ashamed to show myself in Argos.ElectraA late repentance surely for one who left her home so shamefully then.HelenYou have told the truth, but your telling is not kind to me.ElectraWhat is this supposed shame before the eyes of Mycenae that possesses you?HelenI am afraid of the fathers of those who lie dead at Ilium.ElectraGood cause for fear; your name is on every tongue in Argos.HelenThen free me of my fear and grant me this favor.ElectraI could not bear to look upon my mother’s grave.HelenAnd yet it would be shame indeed for servants to bear these offerings.ElectraThen why not send your daughter Hermione?HelenIt is not good for maidens to go into a crowd.ElectraAnd yet she would be repaying her dead foster-mother’s care.HelenYou have told the truth and have convinced me, maiden. Yes, I will send my daughter for you are right. Calling. Hermione, my child, come out, before the palace. Take these libations and these tresses of mine in your hands, and go pour round Clytemnestra’s tomb a mingled cup of honey, milk, and frothing wine; then stand upon the heaped-up grave, and say this: Helen, your sister, sends you these libations as her gift, fearing herself to approach your tomb from terror of the Argive mob and bid her harbor kindly thoughts towards me and you and my husband; towards these two wretched sufferers, too, whom the gods have destroyed. And promise that I will pay in full whatever funeral gifts are due from me to a sister. Now go, my child, and hurry; and soon as you have made the libations at the tomb, think of your return. Exit Helen. ElectraO human nature, how great an evil you are in men! and what salvation, too, to those who have a goodly heritage there.Did you see how she cut off her hair only at the ends, to preserve its beauty? She is the same woman as of old. May the gods hate you! for you have proved the ruin of me and my brother and all Hellas.Alas! here are my friends once more, coming to unite their plaintive dirge with mine; they will soon put an end to my brother’s peaceful sleep, and cause my tears to flow when I see him in frenzy.Dearest friends, step softly; not a sound; not a whisper! For though this kindness of yours is well-meant, rouse him and I shall rue it.

The Chorus of Argive Maidens enters quietly. The following lines between Electra and the Chorus are chanted responsively.ChorusHush, hush! let your footsteps fall lightly! not a sound!ElectraGo further from his couch, further, I beseech you!ChorusThere, I obey.