Electra.
Pray what? I know not. Oh, make dear my road!
Leader.
Pray that there come to them or man or god. . . .
Electra.
A judge? Or an avenger? Speak thy prayer.
Leader.
Plain be thy word: one who shall slay the slayer.
Electra.
But dare I? Is it no sin thus to pray?
Leader.
How else? With hate thine hater to repay.
[Electra mounts upon the Grave Mound and makes sacrifice.
Electra.
Herald most high of living and of dead,
Thou midnight Hermês, hear; and call the dread
Spirits who dwell below the Earth, my vows
To hearken and to watch my father's house;
And Earth our Mother, who doth all things breed
And nurse, and takes again to her their seed.
And I too with thee, as I pour these streams
To wash dead hands, will call him in his dreams:
O Father, pity me; pity thine own
Orestes, and restore us to thy throne;
We are lost, we are sold like slaves: and in our stead
Lo, she hath brought thy murderer to her bed,
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