To me these are no imagined troubles. For there indeed are the hounds of wrath to avenge my mother.
 Chorus It is that the blood is still fresh on your hands; this is the cause of the disorder that assails your wits.
 Orestes O lord Apollo, look! Now they come in troops, and from their eyes they drip loathsome blood!
 Chorus There is one way to cleanse you: the touch of Loxias will set you free from this affliction.