Stasimon 2
[Choral 2]
We have witnessed the events for which you mourn.
Electra
Cease, then, to divert me from it, since no longer—
855
Electra
—Since I no longer have hope in my brother, the seed of our shared noble line, to aid me.
Chorus
Nature ordains death as the destiny of all mortals.
860
Electra
What, a death like the one which that ill-fated one died beneath a race of swift hooves, entangled in the cutting, dragging reins?
Chorus
The mutilation is beyond thought!
Electra
Yes, so it is, when in foreign soil, without being tended by my hands—
865
Electra
—he has been buried not receiving from me either burial
