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In the following lines, Orestes' and Pylades' lines are spoken, the Chorus' lines are sung.
I raise a lament for you; the drops from the holy water,  mingled with blood, will soon take you into their care. Orestes
This is not a case for pity, but farewell, strangers. Chorus
We honor you, young man, for your happy fate, because you will tread on your native land some day. Pylades
 An unenviable fate indeed for a friend, when his friend is to die. Chorus
O cruel mission! Ah, ah! You are destroyed! Alas, alas! Which is better?  For still my mind disputes a double argument, shall I mourn for you or rather for you.