Stasimon 1
[Episode]
You mighty Fates, through the power of Zeus grant fulfilment in the way to which Justice now turns. For a word of hate let a word of hate be said,
Chorus
Justice cries out as she exacts the debt, and for a murderous stroke let a murderous stroke be paid. Let it be done to him as he does, says the age-old wisdom.
[Choral 1]
O father, unhappy father, by what word or deed of mine can I succeed in sailing from far away to you, where your resting-place holds you, a light to oppose your darkness?
315
Orestes
Yet a lament in honor of the Atreidae who once possessed our house is none the less a joyous service.
320
[Choral 2]
My child, the fire’s ravening jaw does not overwhelm the wits of the dead man,
Chorus
but afterwards he reveals what stirs him. The murdered man has his dirge; the guilty man is revealed. Justified lament for fathers and for parents,
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when raised loud and strong, makes its search everywhere.
330
[Choral 1]
Hear then, O father, as in turn we mourn with plentiful tears. Look, your two children mourn you
Electra
in a dirge over your tomb. As suppliants and exiles as well they have sought a haven at your sepulchre. What of these things is good, what free of evil? Is it not hopeless to wrestle against doom?
335
[Choral]
Yet heaven, if it pleases, may still turn our utterance to more joyfully sounding strains. In place of dirges over a tomb, a song of triumph within the royal halls will welcome back a reunited friend.
νεοκρᾶτα, newly-mixed. As friendship, when begun, was pledged by a loving-cup, so Orestes, after his long absence, is to be welcomed as a new friend.
340
[Choral 3]
Ah, my father, if only beneath Ilium’s walls you had been slain, slashed by some Lycian spearman! Then you would have left a good name for your children in their halls,
345
Orestes
and in their maturity you would have made their lives admired by men. And in a land beyond the sea you would have found a tomb heaped high with earth, no heavy burden for your house to bear—
350
[Choral 2]
—Welcomed there below by your comrades
Chorus
who nobly fell, a ruler of august majesty, distinguished even beneath the earth, and minister of the mightiest, the deities who rule in the nether world.Pluto and Proserpine.
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For in your life you were a king of those who have the power to assign the portion of death,He was a king of those princes who have the right to apportion life or death to their subjects. and who wield the staff all mortals obey.
360
[Choral 3]
No, not even beneath the walls of Troy, father,
Electra
would I wish you to have fallen and to be entombed beside Scamander’s waters among the rest of the host slain by the spear. I wish rather that his murderers had been killed by their own loved ones, just as they killed you,
365
so that someone in a distant land who knew nothing of these present troubles should learn of their fatal doom.
370
[Choral]
In this, my child, your wish is better than gold. It surpasses great good fortune, even that of the supremely blesssed;The Hyperboreans, a fabulous people dwelling beyond the North wind, were imagined to live longer and in greater felicity than other mortals. for it is easy to wish.
Chorus
But now the lash of this double scourgeThe lash of this double scourge refers to the appeal to the dead, lashing him to vengenace, to the beating of the head and breast, and to the stamping open the ground, which, like the invocation of the dead, were intended to arouse the nether powers. The scourge is double (cp.
Agam.647) because the participants in the scene are the two children (l. 334) and the Chorus. comes home: our cause already has its champions beneath the earth, while the hands of our loathsome opponents, though they have the mastery, are unholy. The children have won the day.
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