Then finely she walks to the middle of the net. —And here she comes, splendid in her chariot and dress.OrestesWhat are we going to do? Shall we kill our mother?ElectraSurely pity did not seize you, when you saw your mother?OrestesAh! How can I kill her when she bore me and brought me up?ElectraAs she killed your father and mine.OrestesO Phoebus, you prophesied a great folly—ElectraWhere Apollo is a fool, who are the wise?OrestesYou who declared I was to kill my mother, whom it is clearly wrong to kill.ElectraHow can you be hurt by avenging your father?