Epeisodion 1
Chorus Leader
Electra, you are nearby; see whether your brother has not died without your knowing it;
for I do not like his utter prostration.
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Orestes
Sweet charm of sleep, savior in sickness, how sweetly you came to me, how needed! Revered forgetfulness of troubles, how wise a goddess you are, and invoked by every suffering soul!
Addressing Electra. Where have I come from? How am I here? For I have lost all previous recollection and remember nothing.
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Electra
My dearest, how glad I was to see you fall asleep! Do you want me take you in my arms and lift your body?
Orestes
Take, oh! take me in your arms, and from this sufferer’s mouth
and eyes wipe off the flakes of foam.
220
Electra
There! The service is sweet, and I do not refuse to tend a brother’s limbs with a sister’s hand.
Orestes
Prop me up, your side to mine; brush the matted hair from my face, for I see dimly.
Electra
Ah, poor head, how dirty your hair! How savage you look, remaining so long unwashed!
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Orestes
Put me once more upon the couch; whenever the madness leaves me, I am unnerved and weak.
Electra
As she lays him down. There! His couch is welcome to the sick man,
a painful possession, but a necessary one.
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Orestes
Set me upright once again, turn my body round; it is their helplessness that makes the sick so hard to please.
Electra
Will you set your feet upon the ground and take a step at last? Change is always pleasant.
Orestes
Oh, yes; for that has a semblance of health; and the semblance is preferable, though it is far from the truth.
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Electra
Hear me now, my brother, while the Furies permit you to use your senses.
Orestes
You have news to tell; if it is good, you do me a kindness;
but if it tends to my hurt, I have suffered enough.
240
Electra
Menelaus, your father’s brother, has come; his ships are moored in Nauplia.
