Neither the son of Agamemnon, who dwells by Crisa’s cattle-feeding shore nor the god who reigns beside Acheron is unmindful of you.ElectraBut the best part of life has passed away leaving me in hopelessness, and I have no strength left. I waste away without children and have no loving husband to champion me, but like some despised foreign slave,I serve in the halls of my father, wrapped in shabby garments and standing to eat scanty meals.

ChorusMournful was the voice heard at his return, and mournful the voice amidst your father’s reclining banquet