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    CHARACTERS ravoucocus on oLo Ma servant and forme ior of Orestes ‘ORESTs son of Chemnetes and Agamemnon, king of Ags Counsorieats daughter of Chtermesa and Aggmermnon tscra, daghter of Chernesta and Agamemnon ccurrewnssrm, Queen of Argos ascisrivs poramour of Chennesta ‘Honus of Mycenaean women rane Ors sie fiend Line numbers inthe righthand margin of the et feet English taslation only, and the Notes on the teat stp. ate Keyed to thew lier The bracketed Tine numbers in he ring head lines fer to the Grech text, Seae: Myenae before the place of Agamemnon Enter the ou mas and onestes with reaoes aroncocus You ate his son! Yur father smarhaed the seme at Troy nce — hid of Agamemnon: Took sound you now Here ithe Land you were loging ose ll tht ime ‘Ancent Argon. You dieamed of his plac. The grove a lo, where the gully drove he. Look, Orestes. Thee isthe matketplace ‘named for Apello, vel god ‘And on the le the famous temple of Her . But sop There—do vou know what thats? Mycenge. Yes: Laok ati. Wall of gold ‘Walls of death. Is the house of Plog. [gt you et of there ‘out ofthe mit of your fthers murder, ‘one day long ago. rom the hands of you ster 1 cared you of. Saved you He. Reaed you up— to thir to manhood. To uwenge yur lathes death, So, Ores! And you, deat » Pyader— [Now i the ime to decide wha todo ‘Already the sn shot upon us. Birds are shaking the world is awake Black tar and night have died avy. So before anyone i up ad about lets lk [Now i no time to dey. “Ths the ee of action, ‘onesres Hove you, old man. . ‘The sign of goodne shine om sour face Like thoroughbred hone he ge ol, bute doc not lone heat, he picks up his eas—0 you ‘ge me foreard snd standin the font rank yourell. Good. Now, al atin my plan. You Tuten sharp. Tm of trget anyuere, set me sight ‘You see | went to Fytho to ah the oracle how I could ge justice from the ker of my father, Apollo awered Tabe no weapons No shied. No army. Go alone—a hand in he night Sare them Slaughter them. You have the right “That ie the omce Here is the pla: you g into the house a the fst chance. Find out all that is happening there Find out and report to ws. Be very cleat You're 10 ol, they wont know you. ‘And yor galas wil fol them Now this is your story: sou a sranger from Phocis, From the hove of Phanoteos (he's the most powefl ally they Rave) ‘Tell them on oath that Oreste i dead. ‘An accident, Fatal: rolled out of his chariot onthe racetrack at Dep to death under the whese, Lat that be the Hoy Meanwhile, we go 10 my fathers gave, 2 Allo commanded, te pour itetion and exown the tr wih locks of hat cu frm my head. ‘Then well be back with that ronaeplated urn {gou know, the ane 1 hid inthe bushes) hb yes, wel fol them with thitale of me des, burt nothing left bt ath ‘What good news or them! « As for me ‘what harm can it do to die in word? Tae mye and win glory besides Cana mere tory been? No, of curse nat— so ong ast pays inthe end now of stewd men who die a file death to m to come home All he more valued. ” Yes, Lam sre 1 i and clear of hit He and break om my enemies ike asta, (0 land of my fathers © gods ofthis place! “Take mein. Give me lek on thi rod House of my father Tome to lease you with justice [ome sent by gods Do not exile me from honor Pt me in full command ofthe wealth andthe house! Enough talk (Old man, lok to your tak We are of. “This the point on which rerthing hinges “This the moment of prot ‘Acry fom inside the house 10 MO! MOI DYSTENOS. What was tha heard 2 eyssome rena in the owe? ‘onasres Can it be poor Becta? Should we sey here and listen? ‘to Ma No, Nothing precede the work of Apollo ‘That iso int step: your father’ ition, ‘Thats the way to win: ation sito. aan ond onesres wth Paes Enter ELECTRA ‘om the palace. usc O bay liht ‘nd eal ai shaped on the wold — you hee my songs, {os hes the Blow You know the Blood nine when ight sinks my 4 night Unc, ‘Al night Loum, thie that {hat inthis houe 1 dete How many ine can a heat beak? Ob father, it ot ler Are ‘tho opened is rm Inne focgn land to welcome you. But my own mother and her over Acgithos ” those 0 ged wooden took an ave and pt you down ike an oak No pity forthe hing, there 10 py bat min, oh faker, fe the py of your butchering obo death Neer well leave of lamenting eve. No “ ‘As Tonga the stars sweep though heaven. ‘As Tong a lok on this daylight No. Like the nightingale who lather child wil and in hi doorway nd call on his name, ‘Make them all hea ‘Mate this house echo. Hades! Penephone Hermes of hell Fase, all you! Who watch when lives are murdered ‘Who watch when loves betray (Corel Help mel Strike back ‘See back for my father ordered! ‘And send my brother ome Beaute lone, Ps the whole poised force of my life nothing agit thie Enter cuore conus Your mothe ist stophe bot oh my child why ‘met your life away in mourning? Wy le it et you ave? twas long ag0| she took your father bec hand eame out of unholy dark and eat him down, = Tame the one who did the deed (hi ight oa). uzcrm You ate women of noble inset and you come to console me in wy pan, Venom. 1 do undentand Bot I wil not et goths man o this mourning He ism father, - camel nt grew. Ob my fends, Friendship i tension, It makes delicate demands. 1 ik thir one thing etme go mad in my own way centtrophe 2 [Not from Hades’ black and nivel ak can you Ii i, ot by groaning, not by prayers Yet you ran younel out in a get with no cure, no Selmi no means ” Thies knot no one can une Why are you sin love with things unbearable? [None but foo o an infant ould forget 2 ater (gone so fr and cold, No Lament pater cut and fied around my mind — like the bid who cal Iya! lye! endlesy, ied of it, a ange of Ze, (0 hentdingging Niobe, Tonnt you sgh: atid in ack yt alas you weep You are not the only one inthe world stophe 2 ‘ny child, who has tod in the ela of rie. (Compare younelF you goto bt. ool at your sister, Chypathemis " ‘she goes on living So does Iphianasa. ‘And the boy hu ert year are sro 0, but he wil be brillant ‘one day when Mycense welcome him home to his thes place, to his own land in the guidance of Zeus— Oreste! eueetRa ioe, Him yet Tam pat exhaustion in wating for hi — » no children, no marrige, no lght in my heart live in a place of tears And he simply forgets, Forgets what he sured, forges what he knew. ‘Messages reach me, each one bed He is psinate~as any lve. oa ‘But his pasion doesnot bing him her. Have courage, any ei Zeus is ail get in heaven, Ihe watches and gpvems al things. Leave this anger to Zeus it bum oo high in yo. Don't hat 0 much [Nor let memory go. For time i 3 god who can simply all ‘And afr Oreer es on the shore of Crsn there oxen gare he doc nt forget you. [Nor the king of death on the banks of Acheron entrophe 2 Bot meanwhile most of my hfe has sl by without hope Tein melt 1» Father has gone and there i no man let who cares enough to stand up forme. Uke some bepgar wandered in off the atee Trerve at a slave in the alls fy athe. Dresed in these rp, and atthe table sand et oat ‘cron One rwbloed ery cn the day he retumed, tne evblood cry went rough the halls just a the axeblade stop tnd fll He war caught by guile cut down by lst: together they bred thing shaped like # monser— god or moral ‘one knows uncraa That dy lore out the nerves of my Hie ‘That night: far too silent the fasting, rch to madden the alence (My fither looked up and sow death coming oat of Ui hands Thore hands took my lie hostage “Thore hands murdered me, 1 pay the gent god of Olympus ire them pain on pinto pay for thi ‘And smater the glow of dees like these. ‘otonos Think agai, Elena Dat sy any more Don't you see what yout dong? you make yar own pin Why keep wounding youse\? With so much evil toed up in that cold dak sal of yous cntitope 3 you breed enemies everywhere you touch But you most not clash with the peopl in power cucetRA 2 By dead things | am compelled, | know tht "ee the tap closing know what 1am But while if in me ill not stop this violence. No (Oh my friends » who i thereto comfort me? Who undentnds? Leave me be, let me ge, do not soothe me “Ths i hint no one can uni ‘There will be noes, there no rebel [No number ent for ‘ie like thee, » ‘Yes but 1 speak frm concern— ss mother would tt me. Do not breed violence out of violence. ight then, you tell me ane thing st what pont does the ev eel of in my Hie? You sy ignore the dedi that sight Who could approve thi? 1 defies burma inne! ‘Sach eties mae wo sera to me. ‘And how could I nestle myelin fe of exe » while my father lies out in the old, uti honoe? My eis oe wing: they plrce the cage For ia deed man i earth and nahin, ifs dead man ie void and dead space hing, ifs dead man's murderer do not give ood for Blood 1 pay fo th, we exectRa pear then shame doesnot exit. Human reverence is gone. Tamme hee, child, because I eae for your welfare a yom, But perhaps fam wrong, Lat it be a 00 ‘Women, 1am athamed before your know sou find me extreme in my gre » hea i ha But Ill you U have no choice eompels. 1 ct becase it compels ‘Oh forgive me. But how could T— how ould 3 woman of ay nbiliy stand and watch her fathers house go bal? “There is something bad here igowing Dag and night Teach Growing 4 My moter where i begs. She and [ae at we (Our relation is hated ‘Ad IT in this howe with my fathers om ills: they rule me. They doe os ny ie ‘What kindof dae do you think have here? 1 ae my father throne with Aegis on i Tce my father's bes with Aegithas i them. Tyce sy fathers heath with Aegithus presiding — fight where he stood when he sack sy father down! ‘And the Bal oorage the ile tucked in my fathers bed Behold the man who pleasures my mother shod ell hat thing the? Batis at his side? od! Her nerve astound me euectaa reson She ve with that pllted object, » fearing no fury. No, she lughst (Celebrates that day—the day she took my father wih dances and song and slaughter of sheep! ‘Amenthly blood to the gods who keep her fe 1 vate al going dak in the rooms of ny hows, weep. Time » I pice forthe aang cruel feast made in my fthers name, ‘But I grieve to myele ‘ot allowed evento shed the tas I would, [No=that creature sho caller noble sel hie at me: No mortal mov but you? ~ Darn you May the gods of hell dam you to groan perpetually thee 15 you gan perpetually bere” ‘Tha he sple— sand when she hears someone mention Ores, then she goes wild, comes steaming t me: “Have 1 yout thank fo is? “ Ist it your wok? Wasnt it you ‘sho ole Ores out of my bands ied smuggled hin sey? You pay for it. Tell you, you wil py.” Howling bitch. And by her side the brave bridegroom this lop of bad meat ‘With women only ‘he make hit wa, ‘And I wit Tait Lait for Ores. He wil come! He wil end this But my eis ying out He is alvay on the verge of doing something then does noting +e has worn out all the hopes! had or could have Ob my fends, ‘in mes ike thee, selkcontol has no meaning, Ruler of reverence do nt spp ili presue tat shaper ott bell ‘cuonus I Aeithus at home? suzcrm No, Do you think be standing outdoos? eis gone to the fel ‘Honus That gies me courge to tay what I came fo sy. Ler What is it you want? cnionus I want to know —yoor brother — <0 you sy hei coming? Or ha plan? LBcTm Ye he sys o. But he sy lt. Dos nothing cononos A man who dos eat ded may hers suscraa Ob | ved hie whoo esting. ‘enonus Courage. His nate god, he wil not fi his kin, Lacrns That bel is what beep me alive bons eucetea pease, ‘Honus Quiet now. Here i our ster come fom the house, CChrysathemis, ofthe sme father “ and moter 3 yoo. She has offerings inher hands, aif for the dead. Enter cunsornes crying garlands anda veel canrsorms Here you ar again atthe doorway, ste, teling your le to the word! ‘When wil you learn? Its poines. Pure teltindulgence. Yes, know how ba things ate | safer oo—if Thad the eng [would show what I think of them, wo But now is ot the right Hine mn rough ates, lowe the wl i my theo, ‘Why pretend to be doing, unless ean do some rel harm? Tish you woud ee this. ‘And ye itis tue, use is not on my sid, Your choice is the right one. On the other hand, if want olive a fee woman ” there ate masters who mat be obeyed ‘xecrms You appa me. ‘Think of the father who sired you! But you donot A your thought i for er ‘These semons you give me ae al learnt from mether, nota word is your on. Wallis time fr you Yo make 8 choice: ‘uit being ‘sensible (ot keep your good see and betty your own kin ‘Wasnt it you who jas si, o had the strength T would show how I hate them” Yet here Iam doing everthing posible to avenge ou athe, and do you help? Not You ty to tm me aside, Int thie simply cowardice added to ei? Int one—not Let me tell you that dT tand to gain f cease my Ismet? oI not lie? Badly, I know, bt I Tv. Whats more, am a silation to them. ‘And 9, honor the dead — ‘any grace exists down thee Now hate them, you otis hat al so Inet oe ih he le ‘od tl yon omens were gv {he pis ot make our da eins, Tull not bord No. ‘ncn hve your ech ble Ind fe foing nes the Tred one fd [mat nt te lest, Aor your au oud’ cee or wo yi you bd ay slepect You cul hve been ald i ofthe noblest ment inet al you mote they tink you be Your om dead ter, Jour or ned oes Jou do ete No anger I pay: ‘There profit for both if you Tien to one another. Herta sno surprise tome, ladies. Tim uted to i ‘And I woulda have bothered to apeak stall, exept forthe rumor ¥ head ‘These ver gent en coming this ¥3y, something oot her long laments Sort sts urcrna Tellme what i the tebe thing? Wit i wore than my present ie I give up. Ccomsoreas | tel what I know they plan, tule you eae from this mourning, to nd you where you will not ce the nin agi, Youll be singing your song alive in the ground ‘Think sbout tht And don't blame me when you sue, “Too late then Now i the time to at Being sensible ve suncrna Ab That ti ntetion, iit Canrsormeais I. As soon 8 Aegis comes home. uncraa May he come 1200, then camsorneats What a0 sng? uncraa Let income, i he has his plan read: nmrsorness What do you mean? Are you losing your mind? uzerta [watt escape fron you al cemnrsorneas Not go on Iving? ELECIRA Living? Oh yer yi 2 beautifal thing is it not ” comrsoruesas Well could be, you gt some sete LEcr¥4 Don't bother telling me to beta thot Ive Ccmmsorns ell you we have master, we mist bend euecra om usc You bend —ou go ahead and Kick her boos Ws not my vay cmaornens Dont in youre in seer apy uscrm I il a yife,f eed be, ssenging othr comaornmis Bat ut te, now, forges ws for his suscrm Coward ti . commons You won’ ten o reson tl wil you? usc No. My minds my om, commornts Wel hen I Be on my wy. usc Where te ou ging? Whose ofeing ar thse? camesoricits Mahe sending me ate’ ob, to pou baton suscrm What To her modal enemy? commorns To er mde ii’ a ou ike 1 sancraa Whe ies wa hi? ‘mores It ame out fs dea inthe night I belie E utc Gods of my father be with me now! commsoninas You tke courage fom 2 nightmare? uscTR Tell the det andl aawe ou ommonntas There ie suscrm Tell ayuay Le wr can mean death o ile sometimes canvsornys Well the soy the dreamed of ou father and knew him again for he came back nto the light ‘Then she saw hi take hold of hit septe and sick itn the hearth bis oem sce from the old day, that Aesth cries now. ‘Ane from the cep sprang branch in ful climbing leat tthich cas shadow over the whole and of Mycense ‘That as mocha | got from one who overheard her telling the dear othe sn More I dont know, except, fears he reson for Senin me out today So beg you, bythe gods of er fail, Tien to me Don’ tow your fe say on plain stupid For ifyouspum me now, yo come begging later Shen the rouble tt ELECTRA Oh des oe, no. You cannot touch this tomb with any of those things you have in your hands, bread the law It would be unholy to being that woman's batons to out ther: hei the enemy. [No. Pitch them to the winds cor down a dat hole, ‘They shall come nowhere near hi esting place But when se des an goes below, she will fd Hem wating ‘Tease beep, down ther Godt Her nerve i atounding ‘What woman alive would send gifs to gamish ee own murder viet? And do you imagine ‘the dead man would welcome such homes curcran te from the hand of the woman who butchered hin— think To lean he blade she wiped it off om his ead You astonish medo yu really believe q such gifs wil cancel murder? “Throw them avay Here ntead cut lock fom your aie tnd lock of miners gt bat it isa T hve ‘Take this to him, the hair and this bet of mine, ‘hough i nothing elaborate, Keel down there and pay to hi. | Pray he come up fom the ground to sand with ws paint out enemie. Pray that is son Orestes live to trample his enemies underfoot, ‘And someday you and I wl goin beter syle than tis to crown hi tomb, But T wonder. You know Tonder= suppre he had some part in ending her these celd unlucky dreams. 7 Well, never mind that. So this eed Stnd up for youself and for me ad fr this man we love ‘ore than anyone else inthe world {his dead man, Your father. My fhe. {he attempt wil tr biter fr me, esr sit cumsornenas Unless am uterywrongin my reading foment shophe tnles Iam ont of my mind Tustie is coming “ ‘ith clear sgn before her ed righteounes in her bands, ‘Shei coming down on us, cid, coming now! ‘There scourge whipering nto me when I ear tel of thee sweetening dreams. He doesnot frget— the one who Begot you the king ofthe Grd ‘She doesnot forget— “ the aw that it him in ancient and sharpened on both sides to butcher the meat! Vengeance iscoming—berhan ke sn amy antizpe her fet ot ‘She wil come oto ing come serhing Som ‘on love tat ith hd beds that te aod ‘ere earings sould meer have happened! Conviction ” is ong n me ido ie tee eno innocent sgn fr ile, Ty oo omens exit for ota rd from the cl faces of rams fom ences ‘olen this eget of death steps nto the dag © hone of Pelop, ode one long agp yo came in the hap of wide calamity “ to this land ‘And rom the ie when Myr pitched and sank inthe ea his solid go ie tice of tthe ook — since that ime ashi ose tt il lear of ‘avlood . Date. Ener currmueses Prowling the sets agin are you? (Ofcourse, with Aepisthos away. He was alas the oe who kept you indoors where you coulda’ embarasu. Now tat he's gone you pay no eed to me. YYetyou Tove to make me the et of your lectures: What an arogantbtchminded Qrant I am, «living inl to you and your whole way of being! But do Infact nal you? No. T merely eturn . the mack you throw a me Father, fer, father your perpetual excuse — your father goth deat fr me. From mel Thats ight Timake no denial, tat Josie who took im, nat ale ‘And yo should have helped if you had any conscience. Fortis ther of your, this one you bewal this unique Greek, had the ert to scrifce your own ster tothe gd. ‘And ow wat that? Die have some share in the pin of her bith? Nowt dd it myel Tellme: shy did he ct er throat? What was the reson? Yu sy forthe Argves? Bat they had no busines fo il what wat min. ‘To.ave Menelau? ‘Then I dered recompense, woulda you 2/7 Did not Menelas have children himself in fatto of them, . who ought to ive died before mine inal faimes? ‘Their mother, les not forget, was the cau ofthe whole expedition! (Or was i that Hades conceived rome peculiar dese to feast on my chilten instead? (Or pethaps that murdering thg you athe, ‘imply overlooked my children in hit tender cae for Menelaus Ps ‘War that not rata? Wa that not pervene? 1 ay twas. No doubt you disagree But I tel you one thing, that murdered gi vould speak for me if he had a vice ‘Anyway, the deed is done eel no remo you think me degenerate? Here's my advice: pete yourself ” before you blame othen. ‘Atleast you can ay I started this times these ugly temas ae unprovoked. But want to get few things clear ‘about the dead man and my ster a well Ifyou allow me. Go ahead, by all mean. Begin this way more often and we wont need gly emacs a all wil we? Al right the. Yes. You hile my father, you admit m= Wht adminion cold bing more shame? [Never mind it wa lea or nat~did you care? Lets alk facts there was only one reason you killed him, ‘You were seduced by that eeaare you Tie with ‘Ak Artemis, gles of hunter, ‘thy she lopped the winds at Ais No, Fell ou any father one day, 501 het, ss out inthe grove of the goddess, 2 “The sound of his footfall safle sag out from cover and, when he kd ithe let la Bos, “This angered the daughter of Let. She held the Achacans in check wnt, {as poyment for the animal, ty father shoul flere ow daughter Hence, the scifce. There wat no othe way. He had to fee the amy, to-nil home o towards Toy ‘These were the pesues that elosed pon him 2 He rested, he hated it— and then he killed he, Not for Menelaus’ sake, n, not atl. ‘Bat even fet sy we grant your claim — the did thee things to help bi robe, ssi right he should die for it at your hands? By what lw? ‘Watch ot this particular tw could reco upon your own head. We made it rile = to annwer king wth Killing you woul die rst nal justice Open our Se The ai i ae Tall me thy do you ive this way? You fei ith ‘You share your bed with a Bloodtsined man once he obliged you by king my fer, ‘ow you put hit we making children - (Once you had decent children om a decent fer, now you've thrown them out ‘Am I suppose to pase tha? Orval yu sy you do al hi o avenge your chil? ‘The thoughts cbscene to bed your enemies and we 2 daughter 2s an alibi (Oh why you go on? I ean argue with you eect i601 You have your one same anwer ready: “ “That no way to al to your mothe” Stange {don think of you a mother tall ‘You ate sme sort of punishment cage locked around my life Evi from yu, evs rom him se thea I brenthe [And what of Oreter?—he barely exaped you Poor boy ‘The minutes are grinding him away somewhere. . You sles sceue me cf taining him pt Bean venger— ‘Oh I would if could, you's ight! Peli ito al Cal me baseminded, blackeouthing bith if you ike fori hissy natre wwe know how I come by it dont wer crows (ooking at Chtemneze) Lock. Anger is breathing out of he. Yet she emt not to cate Ps shout right and wrong. ‘urrenesras Right and wrong! ‘What ure is that in dealing wth hes? Do you hear her inl? ‘And this gi is ld enough to know bet ‘The fact, she would do amehing, don't you see that? No shame atl uxcras AN now there you mistake me. ‘Shame Ido fel v0 ‘And Uno there is someting all wrong about me— believe me Sometimes I shock mele But there» reson: you. ‘You neve et up this one same preste of hated on my He: {am the shape you made me, rth teaches ith, You ite asia and my deed and my word drow ferloo mach commen fom yu You si tno For the deeds are your own But deeds find word for themseles, ont they? By Aeris | sear, you wil py fo this when Aegis comes home! See? You'e out of contol ‘Though you gave me permision to say what I want, you dont know how olen Silence! I yu allow me Tal proced wih my serie. ‘You spate yo piece. Plese! By all mean! Go toi Not anther word fom me, (to her atendat) You there Yes you U8 op ‘hese ois fr me. ‘wl fer prayer to this our Ring and loon the fears tat hold me now. Do you hear me, Apollo? 1 call you my champion! ‘But my words are guarded, for 1 am not smang fiends IN woulde dot unfld the whole tale wih he sanding hee ‘She has 3 deoying tongue in her and she does lve {0 10 wild ois all oer tun, sae fuectaa 10-451 So liten, 1 put this wa lat night was 3 night of bad reams and ambiguous visions. Whey bode wel fr me, Lean king, bring them to pas (terse sll them ack on my enemies!” ‘And if hee are certain people stound plating to pl me down from the weah I eniy, do nat alow i. ant eveything ogo ona iti, ‘untroubled Tests me—this grand place fe in the midst of my loved ones and children leat the ones ” ‘tho do not bring me hatred and pin. ‘These are my prayers, Apollo. Hea them Apollo, gant them, Gracious to all of us at we petition you. ‘And forthe rest though I Keep silent, 1 eedt you with Knowing i fly You ar» god goer without saying, “ the children of Zeus sc al ‘Amen. Enter 01> wae (010 ma Ladies, can you tell me for certain if hiss the house of Aesth the king? Conon Yes, stranger i i (5 tan And am I coect hat this ic his wile? She has «cea royal lok ‘rons Yes Tha who she ‘ou mass Greetings queen. Ihave come with lad ing for you and Aegis, rom a fend of yours, currewsesraa That’ welcome news, But el me sho sen you ‘1 aa Phanotes the Phacian. Ona mision of rome importance ‘cerreuesraa What mision? Tell me Insofar as Tike Phancteus, Tam Titel o Tike your news (1 mas Orestes is dead. Tha is the sum oft ruxcr O1°GO TALAINA My death begins now. re you saying, what ae you ying? basher with Ber. (ou man Orestes dead sy i again u2cras Lam at the end. Heist no mor cexxreueesres (to n.8cTR) Mind your own afi, gi But you, ranger tell me the te toe how did he die? ‘man Yer I war sent for thi parpoe tl dhe whole thing, Well he had gone to the spectacle at Delphi, wher ll Greece tums up forthe games “Thing wee jut beginning to get under way and the heals voice ang oot ‘announcing the foonace—fist contest. ‘When he came onto the tack he was dant Every eye tuned Wall, he leveled the competion, teak fit pie and came away fou, Oh there 30 much otell— T never sw anything ike his pvfonmancel but let me come Haight to the point o He won every contest the judges announced — single lp, double ap, pentatlon, you name i Fit pie everytime. He we Beginning to take on an sur, is name ang ot over the tack again and again: ‘give Orestes, whine father commanded the armies of reece So far 50 good Bat when a god sends harm, ‘po man can sidestep i, * no mater how strong he maybe. ‘Came another dy. Suns: the chavo ae He entered the its. ‘What a pack: there war one from Achaea, 1 Spartan two Lityan divers, {nd hein the mit on Thesian homes sod ith, o Sith an Actolian man, ining bye Seventh someone fom Magnesia ‘An Aenian man, riding white horses, had eighth place and ninth 2 der fom godbuilt Athens. ‘Then » Bocotan “Ten cain all. As they took thei postions, the jdge cat lotto ine op the ca A trompet bla sounded ‘They shot down the tack ~ AI shouting together, reins osing a hard cater led the whole coune nd vat st of dt, they all streamed togther, tach one lashing and taining shead tothe net ale bot. the next spring ip, ‘andthe ors Bying tack ove shoulders and whess as they pounded pst Meanie Orestes {ust grazing the post each time wth his whee, vs leting his ght hore go wide reining back onthe othe. “The ca were all upright hi point — then all of adden the Aenin’s calls go out of contol and swerve off just a5 they round the seventh tom. ‘They eash head-on into the Barcaean team, ‘Then one car afer another comes ramming ino the ple and the whole pain of Crisa fil with the smoke of wrecks. Now the Athenian diver wa mat, he saw what was happening Drew fide and waited a the tie of car wen thundering by. Oretes was diving in lat plac, Tying back on his mare. He had put his ath in he fish Buta son a he see {he Athenian dive lone on the tack hae lets out ey that shiver his hose eae goes afer Mir. [Neck and neck they ae racing fast ove, then the other nosing abead, ceasing shea, [Now our unlucky boy had stood every cure sof, saling right on inhi peg ar, ‘uta he pont helt the let ein go lack with the bores toning. Ine does notice, Tit the pile and smasher the ae box in 0. T ‘Out he Bip cove the chat ral, ‘eins matled sound him» snd a he fall the homes seater midcoune ‘They se hin down. A gaip goes through the crowd: Not the boy" “To go for glory and en like this pounded agai the ground, lege beating the sly the ober driver could hardly manoge to sop his team and cut him lose, Blood eeryehere He was unrecognizable, Sickening, “They bumed him at once on pie ad cea Phociane ore ringing the mighty body back just aes, 2 idle bronze wm — 40 you can bury him in his father round ‘Thats my so So far at words go, _grierme enough. But fr thse who watched it, and we did watch i the opie en eve sew PHEU PHEU, ‘The whole ancient ce tom off at the rots Cone Zeus! What now? Should I al this god news? (Or nightmare cat © my own advantage? “There is tomething grotenque Jin having my own eve save my Me Why ate you so disheartened at this news, my lady? ‘To give bith is tere, incomprehensible. No matter how you fer, you canna hate child you've bom, (LD aN My coming was file then, it seems curraanstea Futile? Oh 0 How— if you've come with convincing prot of his death? He wa alive Beaute {gave him life But he chore to desert my beasts and my cae, to live 25 an elle, aloof and stange 4 [Aer he let here he never sew me, Bot he laid agninst me the death of i fer, The made tere threats ‘And I had no shee in sleep by night or sleep by dy. ‘Time Hood like a desthmaser oer me, Jeng the minutes op, [Now Iam free! “Tsay I hake lot from my feat of he, ny fear of him “ ‘And 1 el you the rath the did more damage. ‘She lived in ny home and dank ‘ny llebood neat! [Now things ate diferent, ‘She may go on making threst—bat 0 what? rom now on, pss my days in peace, sugcraa OIMOI TALAINA Now Ihave gif enough to ery out OIMO!— 4 (Orestes! Poor cold thing. ‘As you ie in death your own mathe ints you What fine sight currmevnsten Well you're no fn sight But he look Fine a an be, ruzcraa Nemes! Hea hes! currmsostea Nemesis hat heard me. Ad she has snowed [LECT Bate away. Tit your hour of lck comes crac And you ink you will stop me, you and Oreste? tis we who ate topped. There's no sopping you. ‘Sanger, you deserve reward ‘yo realy have pu 4 op on her eaveling tongue ‘Then Ibe om my way, fal is wal, CCetinly not You've eared beter cof me and the man who dispatched you No you gp iide Jon eae er ot ere to goon with her ev any it curTennsraa ond Ot9 Mat nto Bouse Will how did she look to youshatered by erie? Heartbroken mother bevailing her only son? [Nomyou sw her~she went of laughing! (O TALAINECO. (Orestes beloved, 1 you die you destoy me You have tom aay the part of my mind where hope was toe hope ine to come back, to avenge ws. Now where can 1 go? ‘None Tam Bere of you. Beet of faber. ‘Should I go back nto slave? Back to thote creature who ct down my father? ‘What Bn picture No, {ill not go back inside that house. No At hit door let mele solved Tal wither my ile Wit aggravate them, they can kil me Yes it will bea ace i die ‘To exit pin, Life tno dese of mine anymore ‘tomo Where ate you lightning of Zeus! Where ae Jou seorhing Sun! In these dark pits you leave us dark! eurerm E BAIL Cenomus Chil, why do you en? surcra PHEU. conus Dont make that sound xzcraa You wil brsk me unc Ifyou bring me ope and I know he is dead, you will htm my hen. ‘exons But think of Amphiarn he war a King one, snared bya woman in nets of gold. Now under the eath suverm B E10, 2100 He sa ing inthe shadows of le sancr PHEU. ‘tons Cry PHEU, ye! For his munderes— uscrs wat deste ‘conv Detoyed 4 antcophes LECrAA | know —because an avenger arse ne [have no such perio, Tht pron is gone nowus You are woman marked for sro staphe = ELEC Yes | know sor. Know i ft too wel My life ea tanned choked by the sweeping of dred, Conus We have watched you giving superna Then donot ty— conus Wha? SLECTAA To cone me we The et there ae no more hopes. No fine beter, No comfort ‘Honus Death exits inside every mortal antarope > Lerma Oh yes, but think ofthe hooves drumming down on him! See that thing

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