Capitolo 63
Our champion, in anger and in the power!
ORESTES
Or it produces, to thy a beloved entered help.
ELECTRA
With torn wounds I call on thee.
CHOIR
Listening and rises to turn on!
Both you with us both you against the enemy!
Quickly this to whine rises--even this way
Beg us, the faithful ribbon as us have prayed!
ORESTES
You leave that their strength meets him with mine and their right with my right.
ELECTRA
Ye of Or Of the, it is the Your to decree.
CHOIR
Ye calls to the corpse; I tremble to feel.
Fate is orderly of old man, and it will carry out Your prayer.
ELECTRA
Alas, the innate curse that he/she frequents our house,
Of Ate I flagellate bloodstained the tuneless sound!
Alas, the unbearable and deep decree,
The stanchlesses hurt!
ORESTES
You/he/she will be stagnated, the assignment is ours,--
Not from an extraneous, but from hand of relative,
You/he/she will be pursued before the blood-demon of our earth.
Both this our spoken spell, call the inferior powers of Earth!
CHOIR
God of a dark eternity,
To You the to whine some children has come,
Sends above from hell, carries out Your help
To theirs who prayed.
ORESTES
Or it produces, he/she murdered in wise unkingly,
Carries out my prayer, you grant me salt of thine to ripple.
ELECTRA
To me also, accords this advantage--dark death to give
To Aegisthus, and to 'the scape my decree.
ORESTES
Then it is able the correct parties that pagan mortals
Has put for thee; other, not for thee it will rise
The perfumed ones exhale of altars fed with meat,
But you it will lie dishonoured: feel you me!
ELECTRA
Me also, from my full restored inheritance,
You pour the brooks of lustral, that time I pass
Before as a bride from these fatherly rooms,
It is honour before, over all the graves, grave of thy.
ORESTES
Earth, send my sire to defend me in the struggle!
ELECTRA
Give equitable-faced fortune Or Persephone!
ORESTES
Thee of Bethink, son-in-laws, in the killed laver--
ELECTRA
Thee of Bethink of the net their handselled for thee!