Electra
You handmaidens who set our house in order, since you are here as my attendants in this rite of supplication, give me your counsel on this: what should I say while I pour these offerings of sorrow? How shall I find gracious words, how shall I entreat my father? Shall I say that I bring these offerings to a loved husband from a loving wife—from my own mother? I do not have the assurance for that, nor do I know what I should say as I pour this libation onto my father’s tomb. Or shall I speak the words that men are accustomed to use: To those who send these honors may he return benefits— a gift, indeed, to match their evil? Or, in silence and dishonor, even as my father perished, shall I pour them out for the earth to drink and then retrace my steps, like one who carries refuse away from a rite, hurling the vessel from me with averted eyes? In this, my friends, be my fellow-counsellors. For we cherish a common hatred within our house. Do not hide your counsel in your hearts in fear of anyone. For the portion of fate awaits both the free man and the man enslaved by another’s hand. If you have a better course to urge, speak!
Chorus In reverence for your father’s tomb, as if it were an altar, I will speak my thoughts from the heart, since you command me.
Electra Speak, even as you revere my father’s grave.
Chorus While you pour, utter benedictions for loyal hearts.
Electra And to whom of those dear to me should I address them?
Chorus First to yourself, then to whoever hates Aegisthus.
Electra Then for myself and for you also shall I make this prayer?
Chorus That is for you, using your judgment, to consider now for yourself.
Electra Then whom else should I add to our company?
Chorus Remember Orestes, though he is still away from home.
Electra Well said! You have indeed admonished me thoughtfully.
Chorus For the guilty murderers now, mindful of—
Electra What should I say? Instruct my inexperience, prescribe the form.
Chorus Pray that some divinity or some mortal may come to them—
Electra As judge or as avenger, do you mean?
Chorus Say in plain speech, One who will take life for life.
Electra And is it right for me to ask this of the gods?
Chorus How could it not be right to repay an enemy with ills?
Electra Supreme herald of the realm above and the realm below, O Hermes of the nether world, come to my aid, summon to me the spirits beneath the earth to hear my prayers, spirits that watch over my father’s house, and Earth herself, who gives birth to all things, and having nurtured them receives their increase in turn. And meanwhile, as I pour these lustral offerings to the dead, I invoke my father: Have pity both on me and on dear Orestes! How shall we rule our own house? For now we are bartered away like vagrants by her who bore us, by her who in exchange got as her mate Aegisthus, who was her accomplice in your murder. As for me, I am no better than a slave, Orestes is an outcast from his inheritance, while they in their insolence revel openly in the winnings of your toil. But that Orestes may come home with good fortune I pray to you, father: Oh, hearken to me! And as for myself, grant that I may prove far more circumspect than my mother and more reverent in deed. I utter these prayers on our behalf, but I ask that your avenger appear to our foes, father, and that your killers may be killed in just retribution. So I interrupt my prayer for good to offer them this prayer for evil. But be a bearer of blessings for us to the upper world, with the help of the gods and Earth and Justice crowned with victory. Such are my prayers, and over them I pour out these libations. It is right for you to crown them with lamentations, raising your voices in a chant for the dead.
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