Nor did I betray you.PyladesWill you not hear these reproaches and rescue your children?OrestesWith tears I pour you a libation.ElectraAnd I with laments.PyladesCease, and let us set about our business. If prayers really do pierce the ground, he hears. O Zeus, god of my fathers, and holy Justice, give success to him and me and her; for there is one struggle for three friends, and one penalty, for all to live or—pay death’s account.
Exeunt Orestes and Pylades.