Chorus
O Zeus, O Zeus, what should I say? [855] Where shall I begin this prayer of mine, this appeal to the gods? How in my loyal zeal can I succeed in finding words to match need? Now is the moment when the blood-stained edges of the blades that lay men low [860] are utterly forever to destroy the house of Agamemnon. Or else, kindling a flaming light in the cause of freedom, Orestes will win both the rule over his realm and the rich possessions of his fathers. [865] Our gallant Orestes, with no one to assist him, is now to meet with two in such a contest. And may it be to triumph!
O Zeus, O Zeus, what should I say? [855] Where shall I begin this prayer of mine, this appeal to the gods? How in my loyal zeal can I succeed in finding words to match need? Now is the moment when the blood-stained edges of the blades that lay men low [860] are utterly forever to destroy the house of Agamemnon. Or else, kindling a flaming light in the cause of freedom, Orestes will win both the rule over his realm and the rich possessions of his fathers. [865] Our gallant Orestes, with no one to assist him, is now to meet with two in such a contest. And may it be to triumph!
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