my dear, to your unwilling brother.

OrestesDid you see how the unhappy one threw off her robe and showed her bosom in the slaughter, alas, hurling to the ground the limbs that gave me birth? And her hair, I—ChorusI know it well; you passed through agony, hearing the mournful wail of the mother that bore you.

OrestesShe uttered this cry, putting her hand to my chin:My child, I entreat you! And she clung to my cheeks, so that the sword fell from my hand.ChorusThe unhappy one! How did you endure to see the bloodof your mother, breathing her last before your eyes?

OrestesI threw my cloak over my eyes, and began the sacrifice by plunging the sword into my mother’s throat.ElectraAnd I urged you on and