In the following lines, Orestes' and Pylades' lines are spoken, the Chorus' lines are sung.
Chorus
I raise a lament for you; the drops from the holy water, [645] 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
[650] 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? [655] For still my mind disputes a double argument, shall I mourn for you or rather for you.