Clytaemnestra
Raise then, my attendant, the offerings of many fruits, so that I may uplift my prayers for release from my present fears to this image of our King. Please, O Phoebus our defender, may you now listen to my prayer, though it is muffled; for I do not make my plea among friends, nor does it suit me to unfold it all to the light while she stands near me, lest by her malice and a cry of her clamorous tongue she sow reckless rumors through the whole city. Nevertheless, hear me thus, since in this way I will speak. That vision which I saw last night in ambiguous dreams—if its appearance was to my good, grant, Lycean king, that it be fulfilled; but if to my harm, then hurl it back upon those who would harm me. And if any are plotting to eject me by treachery from my present prosperity, do not permit them. Rather grant that living forever unharmed as I am I may govern the house of the sons of Atreus and their throne, sharing prosperous days with the friends who share them now, and with those of my children who feel no enmity or bitterness towards me. O Lycean Apollo, hear these prayers with favor, and grant them to us all just as we ask! As for all my other prayers, though I am silent, I judge that you, a god, must know them, since it is appropriate that Zeus’s children see all.
Paedagogus Foreign ladies, how might I know for certain if this be the palace of the king Aegisthus?
Chorus This is the palace, stranger; you yourself have guessed correctly.
Paedagogus And am I on target when I surmise that this lady is his wife? She is indeed regal to look upon.
Chorus Exactly right; this is she before you.
Paedagogus Greetings, royal lady! I bring happy news to you and to Aegisthus from a friend.
Clytaemnestra I welcome your greeting; but I would like first to know who may have sent you.
Paedagogus Phanoteus the Phocian provided me the weighty task.
Clytaemnestra And what is it, sir? Tell me. Coming from a friend you will bring, I know, a kindly message.
Paedagogus Orestes is dead, to put it briefly.
Electra Oh, miserable me! My ruin comes today!
Clytaemnestra What, friend? What did you say? Do not listen to her!
Paedagogus I said, and say again, Orestes is dead.
Electra This is my wretched end! I am no more!
Clytaemnestra You, go about your business! But you, sir, tell me exactly in what manner he was destroyed.
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