Capitolo 59
And merciless horror allows me without breath for the grave,
This spake the god--this challenge that I disobey?
Yea, although I challenged, the action must still have done;
For to that end different league of desires,--
The behest of the god, the deep pain for him who died,
The sorrowful empty space of wealth is hard he/she stole--
All these weigh on me, you exhort that the men of Argive,
Favorite of value that with soul of fire
Face of fenced in Troy a ruinous heap,
Don't be enslaved left twos and every a woman!
For him, the man brings the heart of woman; if not
Soon he knows, it compared from a man.
[_Orestes, Electra, and the Choir they gather round the grave of
Agamemnon for the call that the follows_.
CHOIR
Mighty fates, on You we call!
Offers the wish of Zeus you order
You motorize to those, to whom again
Justice turns with hand and help!
Sorrowful it was the prayer done--
Sorrowful leave that the answer falls!
Where the mighty decree has put,
Justice asks to tall voice its debt
Who in hath of the blood it bathed the steel,
I lavish in blood his/her meeds they will feel!
You list an immemorial word--
_Whosoe'er will take the sword
It will perish from the sword._
ORESTES
Son-in-laws, unblest in death, Or produces mine!
What a breath of word or action
I spread far on thee from this border
To thy read modest,--
Spreads on thee, in mean of obscurity to lie,
The box-glint of Hope of fire?
He/she anchors the strong funeral song of encomium it brings the grace imperishable
To each sire uniforms.
CHOIR
Child of Or, the spirit of the corpse,
Altho on his/her meat has fed
The surly teeth of the flame,
It is not repressed; after many days
The sting of anger its soul will raise,
A revenge to recovery!
To the dead rings strong ours to whine--
Simple the living disloyalty--
Inflating, while screeching, exhorted on tall,
The vengeful funeral song, for parents
You strives and reaches.
ELECTRA
Feel me, also me also Or produces, feel!
Not from a child alone these moans, these torn wounds are shed