Orestes.
O faithful and true, must we part, part so?
Electra.
We part;—my welling eyes overflow.
Orestes.
Pylades, go; fair fortune betide: 1340
Take thou Electra for bride.
Kastor.
These shall find spousal-solace:—up, be doing;
Yon hell-hounds flee, till thou to Athens win.
Their fearful feet pad on thy track pursuing,
Demons of dragon talon, swart of skin,
Who batten on mortal agonies their malice.
We speed to seas Sicilian, from their wrath
To save the prows of surge-imperilled galleys:
Yet, as we pace along the cloudland path,
We help not them that work abomination; 1350
But, whoso loveth faith and righteousness
All his life long, to such we bring salvation,
Bring them deliverance out of all distress.
Let none dare then in wrong to be partaker,
Neither to voyage with the doomed oath-breaker.
I am a God: to men I publish this.
Chorus.
Farewell! Ah, whosoe'er may know this blessing,
To fare well, never crushed 'neath ills oppressing,
Alone of mortals tastes abiding bliss.
