<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg006.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="episode"><sp><l n="1">Hermes of the nether world, you who guard the powers that are your father’s,<note anchored="true" n="1" resp="Smyth">Hermes is invoked (1) as a god of the lower world, because he is the <q type="emph">conducter of souls</q> and herald between the celestial and infernal gods (l. 124), and can thus convey Orestes’ appeal to the rulers of the dead and to the spirit of his father; (2) as administrator of the powers committed to him by his father, Zeus the Saviour.  Some prefer to take <foreign xml:lang="grc">πατρῷ</foreign> not as <foreign xml:lang="grc">πατρῷα</foreign> but as <foreign xml:lang="grc">πατρῷε</foreign> i.e. <gloss>god of my fathers.</gloss></note> prove yourself my savior and ally, I entreat you, now that I have come to this land and returned from exile. On this mounded grave I cry out to my father</l><l n="5">to hearken, to hear me<gap reason="lost"/>
<milestone unit="para"/><add>Look, I bring</add> a lock to Inachus<note anchored="true" n="6" resp="Smyth">Orestes offers a lock of his hair to do honour to Inachus, the river-god of <placeName key="perseus,Argos">Argos</placeName>, because rivers were worshipped as givers of life.</note> in requital for his care, and here, a second, in token of my grief.
<milestone unit="para"/>For I was not present, father, to lament your death, nor did I stretch forth my hand to bear your corpse.</l><milestone unit="para"/><l n="10">What is this I see? What is this throng of women that moves in state, marked by their sable cloaks?  To what calamity should I set this down?  Is it some new sorrow that befalls our house?  Or am I right to suppose that for my  father’s sake</l><l n="15">they bear these libations to appease the powers below? It can only be for this cause: for indeed I think my own sister Electra is approaching, distinguished by her bitter grief. Oh grant me, Zeus, to avenge my father’s death, and may you be my willing ally!</l><milestone unit="para"/><l n="20">Pylades, let us stand apart,that I may know clearly what this band of suppliant women intends.  <stage rend="italic">Exit Orestes and Pylades.  Enter Electra with women carrying libations.</stage>  </l></sp></div></div></body></text></TEI>