The Electra of Euripides eBook

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answered young
Orestes:  “to Alpheues journeying,
With gifts to Olympian Zeus.”  Whereat the king: 
“This while, beseech you, tarry, and make full
The feast upon my hearth.  We slay a bull
Here to the Nymphs.  Set forth at break of day
To-morrow, and ’twill cost you no delay. 
But come”—­and so he gave his hand, and led
The two men in—­“I must not be gainsaid;
Come to the house.  Ho, there; set close at hand
Vats of pure water, that the guests may stand
At the altar’s verge, where falls the holy spray.” 
Then quickly spake Orestes:  “By the way
We cleansed us in a torrent stream.  We need
No purifying here.  But if indeed
Strangers may share thy worship, here are we
Ready, O King, and swift to follow thee.”

So spoke they in the midst.  And every thrall
Laid down the spears they served the King withal,
And hied him to the work.  Some bore amain
The death-vat, some the corbs of hallowed grain;
Or kindled fire, and round the fire and in
Set cauldrons foaming; and a festal din
Filled all the place.  Then took thy mother’s lord
The ritual grains, and o’er the altar poured
Its due, and prayed:  “O Nymphs of Rock and Mere,
With many a sacrifice for many a year,
May I and she who waits at home for me,
My Tyndarid Queen, adore you.  May it be
Peace with us always, even as now; and all
Ill to mine enemies”—­meaning withal
Thee and Orestes.  Then my master prayed
Against that prayer, but silently, and said
No word, to win once more his fatherland. 
Then in the corb Aegisthus set his hand,
Took the straight blade, cut from the proud bull’s head
A lock, and laid it where the fire was red;
Then, while the young men held the bull on high,
Slew it with one clean gash; and suddenly
Turned on thy brother:  “Stranger, every true
Thessalian, so the story goes, can hew
A bull’s limbs clean, and tame a mountain steed. 
Take up the steel, and show us if indeed
Rumour speak true,” Right swift Orestes took
The Dorian blade, back from his shoulders shook
His brooched mantle, called on Pylades
To aid him, and waved back the thralls.  With ease
Heelwise he held the bull, and with one glide
Bared the white limb; then stripped the mighty hide
From off him, swifter than a runner runs
His furlongs, and laid clean the flank.  At once
Aegisthus stooped, and lifted up with care
The ominous parts, and gazed.  No lobe was there;
But lo, strange caves of gall, and, darkly raised,
The portal vein boded to him that gazed
Fell visitations.  Dark as night his brow
Clouded.  Then spake Orestes:  “Why art thou
Cast down so sudden?” “Guest,” he cried, “there be
Treasons from whence I know not, seeking me. 
Of all my foes, ’tis Agamemnon’s son;
His hate is on my house, like war.”  “Have done!”
Orestes cried:  “thou fear’st an exile’s plot,
Lord of a city?  Make thy cold heart hot

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