Capitolo 79
Apollo that guessed that if I killed,
The guilt of murder done should pass from me;
But if I saved, the fate that should be mine
I don't challenge before coat of arms--the arc of discourse
You/he/she cannot reach the mark, that decree to say.
And he/she now sees me, as with branch and crown
Me footstep, a suppliant made reunion to go
To the shrine of midmost of Earth, the holy earth
Of Loxias and that famous light
Of fire never-that it burns, to 'the scape the decree
Of murder of relative: to any other shrine
(Then Loxias offered) me for turn of shelter.
You bear witness, Argives in the after duration,
As it came me this it feared the fatality.
Living, I pass a vagabond banished from now,
To go away in died the memory of this to whine.
CHOIR
No, but the action is well; you don't connect lips of thy
To discourse sick-adorned of stars, neither I perforate that sick-does to presage words--
Who hast to Argos its full liberty dates,
Cutting the heads of two snakes with opportune hit.
ORESTES
Look, look, alas!
Handmaidens, sees--what moulds Gorgon crowds on;
Dark their bathrobes and all of their enwounds of the hair--
Snakes wound with snakes--street, street, I owe away!
CHOIR
More all the children's believer to sire of thy,
What does he/she see so distracts thee? Holds, you bear;
Gran the victory of thy was, and shalt you the fear?
ORESTES
These are not anybody dreams, empty forms to frequent sick,
But clear to sight my mother's hunting hell-dog come!
CHOIR
No, the shedding of fresh blood still hands of thine of imbrues,
And for this motive distraction sinks in soul of thy.
ORESTES
Or it governs Apollo--sees, they swarms and they crowds--
Black blood of I hate that drips from their eyes!
CHOIR
One makes up for to you the hast; goes, touches the shrine
Of Loxias, and free thee of these pains.
ORESTES
Ye cannot see them, but I see them.
On and street! I challenge you bear anybody more.
[_Exit_
CHOIR
Goodbye then as you mayst,--the god friend of thy
Protects thee and helps with favouring of opportunity.
Sees, the storm of the divine pain