And even as she buried him in this way, she acted with intent to make the manner of his death a burden on your life past all power to bear. You hear the story of the ignominious outrage done to your father.
 Electra My father was murdered just as you say. But all the while I was kept sequestered, despised, accounted a worthless thing. Kennelled in my room as if I were a vicious cur, I gave free vent to my streaming tears, which came more readily than laughter, as in my concealment I poured out my lament in plentiful weeping. Hear my tale and inscribe it on your heart. Chorus Yes, let it sink deep into your ears, but keep inside a quiet steadfastness of soul. So far things are so. But you yourself be eager to resolve what is to follow. You must enter the contest with inflexible wrath. Orestes Father, I call on you; side with your loved ones!
 Electra And I in tears join my voice to his.
 Chorus And let all our company blend our voices to echo the prayer. Hear! Come to the light! Side with us against the foe! Orestes Ares will encounter Ares; Right will encounter Right.
 Electra O you gods, judge rightly the plea of right!
 Chorus A shudder steals over me as I hear these prayers. Doom has long been waiting, but it will come in answer to those who pray. Chorus Ah, inbred trouble and bloody stroke of ruin striking a discord! Ah, lamentable and grievous sorrows! Ah, the unstaunched pain! Chorus Our house has a cure to heal these woes, a cure not from outside, from the hands of others, but from itself, by fierce, bloody strife. This hymn is for the gods beneath the earth. Chorus O you blessed powers below, hear this supplication of ours, and with a favorable will send forth to these children your aid for victory!
 Orestes O father, who perished by a death unbefitting a king, grant in answer to my prayer the lordship over your halls! Electra And I too, father, have a like request of you: to escape when I have wrought great destruction on Aegisthus.
 Orestes Yes, for then the customary funeral feasts of men would be established in your honor. But otherwise, at the rich and savory banquet of burnt offerings made to the earth, you will be without a portion of honor. Electra And I will likewise at my wedding offer libations to you out of the fullness of my inheritance from my father’s house, and before all else I will hold this tomb of yours in the highest honor.
 Orestes O Earth, send up my father to watch my battle!
 Electra O Persephone, grant us indeed a glorious victory! Orestes Father, remember the bath where you were robbed of life.
 Electra And remember how they devised a strange net to cast about you.
 Orestes You were caught, my father, in fetters forged by no smith’s hand.
 Electra And in a fabric shamefully devised.