Parodos
[Choral 3]
Honoring the gods not by lamentation but by prayers, you will have good fortune, child.
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Electra
No god attends to the voice of the ill-fated one,
or to the slaying of my father long ago. Alas for the dead, and for the living vagabond, who dwells in another land somewhere,
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miserably wandering to a slave’s hearth, yet born of that renowned father. I myself live in a poor man’s house, wasting my life away, an exile from my father’s house,
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on the mountain crags. But my mother, with a new husband, makes her home in a bed stained by blood.
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