before he can even say Of what land is this stranger? I will skewer him with my swift sword and lay him dead. The fury that has no fill of slaughter shall for her third and crowning drink drink unmixed blood!
 Now you, Electra, keep strict watch over what happens inside the house, so that our plans may fit together well. You addressing the Chorus had best keep a discreet tongue: be silent when there is need and speak only what the occasion demands. As for the rest, I call on him Apollo, his champion (lines 269, 558), whose statue stood before the palace (cp. Aesch. Ag. 513 ). to cast his glance this way and direct the contest of the sword for me. Exeunt Orestes, Pylades, and Electra 
 
 Chorus Many are the horrors, dread and appalling, bred of earth, and the arms of the deep teem with hateful monsters. Likewise between heaven and earth lights Meteors. hung high in the air draw near; and winged things and things that walk the earth can also tell of the stormy wrath of whirlwinds.
 Chorus But who can tell of man’s overweening spirit,