—He reigns supreme with the wits of the living.Electraah, me!Chorusah, me, indeed! For the murderess—ElectraWas slain.ChorusYes.ElectraI know it; I know it. For a champion arose to avenge the grieving dead. But for me no champion remains: he who yet remained has been snatched clean away.
ChorusUnhappy are you, unhappy your destiny!ElectraHow well I know that, all too well, with my life swept through all the months by abundant terrors and horrors!ChorusWe have witnessed the events for which you mourn.ElectraCease, then, to divert me from it, since no longer—ChorusWhat do you say?Electra—Since I no longer have hope in my brother, the seed of our shared noble line, to aid me.
ChorusNature ordains death as the destiny of all mortals.ElectraWhat, a death like the one which that ill-fated one died beneath a race of swift hooves, entangled in the cutting, dragging reins?ChorusThe mutilation is beyond thought!ElectraYes, so it is, when in foreign soil, without being tended by my hands—ChorusAh, no!Electra—he has been buried not receiving from me either burialor lamentation.