to the holy town of Pallas; only hold out.ElectraClasp me to your breast, my dearest brother; for the curse of our mother’s blood is separating us from our father’s home.OrestesThrow your arms in close embrace about me. Lament as if I were dead, over my grave.DioskouroiAlas! You have said things terrible even for gods to hear. For in me and in the Olympians there ispity for much-suffering mortals.OrestesI shall no longer see you!ElectraNor will I draw near your sight!OrestesThese are my last words to you.ElectraFarewell, my city!