The scene represents the Grave of Agamemnon, a mound of earth in a desolate expanse. The time is afternoon. Orestes and Pylades in the garb of travellers, with swords at their sides, are discovered. Orestes’ hair is cut short, that of Pylades streams down his back. Both look grim and travel-stained. Orestes holds a long tress of hair in his hand. + 

Orestes + 

O Warder Hermês of the world beneath, + 

Son of the Father who is Lord of Death; + 

Saviour, be thou my saviour; Help in War, + 

Help me! I am returned from lands afar + 

To claim mine own. And on this headland steep + 

Of death, I call my Father o’er the deep + 

To hearken, to give ear.⁠—Behold, I bring + 

Out of my poverty one little thing, + 

To adorn thy grave, though who can touch the dead + 

Or wake from sleep that unuplifted head? + 

Yet long ago in Phôkis, where I lay + 

With Strophius in the hills, being cast away + 

In childhood, plundered by mine enemies, + 

And friendless, save for this man, Pylades, + 

I sware an oath which should for ever set + 

In memory those they taught me to forget: + 

If once I came to manhood, so I sware, + 

In tresses twain I would divide mine hair, + 

One tress for Inachos river, by whose grace + 

I live, and one for mourning at this place. + 

Which oath I here fulfil. He lays the tress of hair upon the upper part of the grave mound. O Herald, lay + 

Before his sight the gift I bring this day, + 

Who stood not by to mourn him as he fell, + 

Nor reached mine arms to bid the dead farewell. As he turns, he sees the Libation-Bearers approaching. + 

Ha! + 

What sight is this? What stricken multitude + 

Of women here in raiment sable-hued + 

Far-gleameth? How shall I interpret it? + 

Hath some new death upon my lineage lit? + 

Or is it to my father’s grave they go + 

With offerings, to appease the wrath below? + 

It must be. Surely ’tis Electra there, + 

My sister, moves alone, none like to her + 

In sorrow. Zeus, Oh, grant to me this day + 

My vengeance, and be near me in the fray! + 

Come, Pylades, stand further, till we know + 

More sure, what means this embassy of woe. Orestes and Pylades withdraw, as Electra with the Chorus of women bearing offerings for the Grave enters from the other side. + 

Chorus + 

Driven, yea, driven + 

I come: I bear Peace-offering to the dead, + 

Mine hands as blades that tear, my tresses riven, + 

And cheek ploughed red. + 

But all my years, before this day as after, + 

Have been fed full with weeping as with bread. + 

And this dumb cry of linen, as in pain, + 

Deep rent about my bosom, speaketh plain + 

Of a life long since wounded, where no laughter + 

Sounds nor shall sound again. + 

Dread, very dread, + 

And hair upstarting and the wrath that streams + 

From the heart of sleep, have first interpreted + 

What manner of dreams + 

This house hath dreamed; a voice of terror, blasting + 

The midnight, up from the inmost place it grew, + 

Shaking the women’s chambers; and the Seer, + 

Being sworn of God, made answer, there is here + 

Anger of dead men wronged, and hate outlasting + 

Death, against them that slew. + 

Craving to fly that curse + 

With graceless gift hither she urgeth me + 

—O Earth, Mother and Nurse!⁠— + 

She whom God hateth. But my spirit fears + 

To speak the word it bears. + 

When blood is spilt, how shall a gift set free? + 

O hearthstone wet with tears! + 

O pillars of a house broken in twain! + 

Without sun, without love, + 

Murk in the heart thereof and mist above, + 

For a lord slain! + 

The reverence of old years + 

Is gone, which not by battle nor by strife, + 

Stealing through charmèd ears, + 

Lifted the people’s hearts to love their King; + 

Gone, yet the land still fears. + 

For Fortune is a god and rules men’s life. + 

Who knows the great Wheel’s swing, + 

How one is smitten swift in the eyes of light; + 

For one affliction cries + 

Slow from the border of sunset; and one lies + 

In deedless night? + 

Has Earth once drunk withal + 

The blood of her child, Man, the avenging stain + 

Hardens, nor flows again. + 

A blind pain draweth the slayer, draweth him, + 

On, on, till he is filled even to the brim + 

With sickness of the soul to atone for all. + 

The shrine of maidenhood + 

Once broken ne’er may be unbroke again. + 

And where man’s life hath flowed, + 

All the world’s rivers in their multitude + 

Rolling shall strive in vain + 

To clean from a brother’s hand that ancient blood. + 

For me, God in far days + 

Laid hand upon my city, and herded me + 

From my old home to the House of Slavery, + 

Where all is violence, and I needs must praise, + 

Just or unjust, + 

The pleasure of them that rule, and speechless hold + 

The ache of a heart that rageth in the dust. + 

Only behind the fold + 

Of this still veil for a little I hide my face + 

And weep for the blind doings of this race, + 

And secret tears are in my heart, ice-cold. + 

Electra + 

Ye thrallèd women, tirers of the bower, + 

Since ye are with me in this suppliant hour, + 

Your escort giving, give your counsel too. + 

What speech have I for utterance, when I sue + 

With offerings to the dead? What word of love, + 

What prayer to reach my father from above? + 

“To dear Lord,” shall I say, “due gifts I bear + 

From loving mistress”⁠ ⁠… when they come from her? + 

I dare not. And I cannot find the word + 

To speak, when offerings like these are poured⁠ ⁠… + 

Or shall I pray him, as men’s custom is, + 

To send to them who pay these offices + 

Requital due⁠ ⁠… for murder and for pride? + 

Or, as in silence and in shame he died, + 

In shame and silence shall I pour this urn + 

Of offering to the dust, and pouring turn, + 

As men cast out some foulness they abhor, + 

And fling the cup, and fly, and look no more? + 

Share with me, Friends, this burden of strange thought. + 

One hate doth make us one. Oh, hide not aught + 

For fear of what may fall us! Destiny + 

Waiteth alike for them that men call free, + 

And them by others mastered. At thine ease + 

Speak, if thou knowest of wiser words than these. + 

Leader + 

As at God’s altar, since so fain thou art, + 

Before this Tomb I will unveil my heart. + 

Electra + 

Speak, by his grave and in the fear thereof. + 

Leader + 

Pray as thou pourest: To all hearts of love⁠ ⁠… + 

Electra + 

And who is such of all around us, who? + 

Leader + 

Thyself, and whoso hates Aigisthos true. + 

Electra + 

For thee and me alone am I to pray? + 

Leader + 

Ask thine own understanding. It will say. + 

Electra + 

Who else? What heart that with our sorrow grieves? + 

Leader + 

Forget not that⁠—far off⁠—Orestes lives. + 

Electra + 

Oh, bravely spoke! Thou counsellest not in vain. + 

Leader + 

Next; on the sinners pray, their sin made plain⁠ ⁠… + 

Electra + 

Pray what? I know not. Oh, make clear my road! + 

Leader + 

Pray that there come to them or man or god⁠ ⁠… + 

Electra + 

A judge? Or an avenger? Speak thy prayer. + 

Leader + 

Plain be thy word: one who shall slay the slayer. + 

Electra + 

But dare I? Is it no sin thus to pray? + 

Leader + 

How else? With hate thine hater to repay. Electra mounts upon the Grave Mound and makes sacrifice. + 

Electra + 

Herald most high of living and of dead, + 

Thou midnight Hermês, hear; and call the dread + 

Spirits who dwell below the Earth, my vows + 

To hearken and to watch my father’s house; + 

And Earth our Mother, who doth all things breed + 

And nurse, and takes again to her their seed. + 

And I too with thee, as I pour these streams + 

To wash dead hands, will call him in his dreams: + 

O Father, pity me; pity thine own + 

Orestes, and restore us to thy throne; + 

We are lost, we are sold like slaves: and in our stead + 

Lo, she hath brought thy murderer to her bed, + 

Aigisthos. I am like one chained alway; + 

Orestes wandering without house or stay; + 

But they are full of pride, and make turmoil + 

And banquet of the treasures of thy toil. + 

Guide thou Orestes homeward, let there be + 

Some chance to aid him:⁠—Father, hark to me! + 

And, oh, give me a heart to understand + 

More than my mother, and a cleaner hand! + 

These prayers for us; but for our enemies + 

This also I speak: O Father, let there rise + 

Against them thine Avenger, and again + 

The slayer in just recompense be slain.⁠— + 

Behold, I pray great evil, and I lay + 

These tokens down; yea, midmost as I pray + 

Against thine enemies I lay them⁠—so. + 

Do thou to us send blessing from below + 

With Zeus, and Earth, and Right which conquereth all. + 

These be the prayers on which mine offerings fall. + 

Do ye set lamentation like a wreath + 

Round them, and cry the triumph-song of death. She proceeds with the pouring of offerings and presently finds on the tomb the Lock of Hair. The Chorus makes lamentation before the grave. + 

Chorus + 

Let fall the tear that plashes as it dies, + 

Where the dead lies, + 

Fall on this barrèd door, + 

Where Good nor Evil entereth any more, + 

This holy, abhorrèd thing, + 

We turn from, praying.⁠—Lo, the milk and wine + 

Are poured. Awake and hear, thou awful King; + 

Hear in thy darkened soul, O Master mine! + 

Oh, for some man of might + 

To aid this land, some high and visible lord + 

Of battle, shining bright + 

Against Death; the great lance + 

Bearing deliverance, + 

The back-bent Scythian bow, the hilted sword + 

Close-held to smite and smite! + 

Electra + 

Excitedly returning from the Grave. + 

Behold, The offerings of the dust are ministered: + 

But counsel me. I bear another word. + 

Leader + 

Speak on. My spirit leaps for eagerness. + 

Electra + 

Cast on the tomb I found this shaven tress. + 

Leader + 

Who cast it there? What man or zonèd maid? + 

Electra + 

Methinks that is a riddle quickly read! + 

Leader + 

Thy thought is swift; and may thine elder know? + 

Electra + 

What head save mine would blazon thus its woe? + 

Leader + 

She that should mourn him is his enemy. + 

Electra + 

Musing, to herself. + 

Strange bird, but of one feather to mine eye⁠ ⁠… + 

Leader + 

With what? Oh, speak. Make thy comparison. + 

Electra + 

Look; think ye not ’tis wondrous like mine own? + 

Leader + 

Thy brother’s!⁠ ⁠… Sent in secret! Can it be? + 

Electra + 

’Tis like his long locks in my memory. + 

Leader + 

Orestes! Would he dare to walk this land? + 

Electra + 

Belike he sent it by another’s hand! + 

Leader + 

That calls for tears no less, if never more + 

His footstep may be set on Argos shore. + 

Electra + 

At my heart also bitterer than gall + 

A great wave beats. The iron hath passed thro’ all + 

My being; and the stormy drops that rise + 

Full unforbidden from these starvèd eyes, + 

Gazing upon this hair. ’Tis past belief + 

That any Argive tree hath shed this leaf. + 

And sure she shore it not who wrought his death, + 

My mother, godless, with no mother’s faith + 

Or kindness for her child.⁠—And yet to swear + 

Outright that this glad laugher is the hair + 

Of my beloved Orestes.⁠ ⁠… Oh, I am weak + 

With dreaming! Had it but a voice to speak + 

Like some kind messenger, I had not been + 

This phantom tossing in the wind between + 

Two fancies. Either quick it would proclaim + 

Its hate, if from some hater’s head it came; + 

Or, if it were our own, with me ’twould shed + 

Tears for this tomb and our great father dead⁠ ⁠… + 

Surely they know, these gods to whom we pray, + 

Through what wild seas our vessel beats her way, + 

And, if to save us is their will, may breed + 

A mighty oak-trunk from a little seed⁠ ⁠… She goes back to the Tomb, searching. + 

Ah see, the print of feet, a second sign! + 

The same feet: surely they are shaped like mine. + 

Surely! Two separate trails of feet are there: + 

He and perchance some fellow traveller. + 

The heels; the mark of the long muscle thrown + 

Athwart them on the sand⁠—just like mine own + 

In shape and measure. What?⁠ ⁠… Oh, all is vain; + 

Torment of heart and blinding of the brain! She buries her face in her hands. Orestes rises from his hiding-place and stands before her. + 

Orestes + 

Thy prayer hath borne its fruit. Hereafter tell + 

The gods thy thanks, and may the end be well! + 

Electra + 

What meanest thou? What hath God done for me? + 

Orestes + 

Shown thee a face which thou hast longed to see. + 

Electra + 

What face? What know’st thou of my secret heart? + 

Orestes + 

Orestes’. For that name all fire thou art. + 

Electra + 

If that be so, how am I near mine end? + 

Orestes + 

Here am I, Sister. Seek no closer friend. + 

Electra + 

Stranger! It is a plot thou lay’st for me! + 

Orestes + 

Against mine own dear life that plot would be. + 

Electra + 

Thou mock’st me! Thou would’st laugh to hear me moan! + 

Orestes + 

Who mocks thy tribulation mocks mine own. + 

Electra + 

My heart half dares foretell that thou art he⁠ ⁠… + 

Orestes + 

Nay, when I face thee plain thou wilt not see! + 

Oh, seeing but that shorn tress of funeral hair + 

Thy soul took wings and seemed to hold me there; + 

Then peering in my steps⁠ ⁠… thou knew’st them mine, + 

Thy brother’s, moulded feet and head like thine. + 

Set the lock here, where it was cut. Behold + 

This cloak I wear, thy woven work of old, + 

The battened ridges and the broidered braid Of lions⁠ ⁠… Electra throws herself into his arms. Hold! Ah, be not all dismayed + 

With joy! Our nearest is our deadliest foe. + 

Electra + 

O best beloved, O dreamed of long ago, + 

Seed of deliverance washed with tears as rain, + 

By thine own valour thou shalt build again + 

Our father’s House! O lightener of mine eyes, + 

Four places in my heart, four sanctities, + 

Are thine. My father in thy face and mien + 

Yet living: thine the love that might have been + 

My mother’s⁠—whom I hate, most righteously⁠— + 

And my poor sister’s, fiercely doomed to die, + 

And thou my faithful brother, who alone + 

Hast cared for me.⁠ ⁠… O Victory, be our own + 

This day, with Justice who doth hold us fast, + 

And Zeus most high, who saveth at the last! + 

Orestes + 

O Zeus, O Zeus, look down on our estate! + 

Hast seen thine eagle’s brood left desolate, + 

The father in the fell toils overborne + 

Of some foul serpent, and the young forlorn + 

And starved with famine, still too weak of wing + 

To bear to the nest their father’s harvesting? + 

Even so am I, O Zeus, and even so + 

This woman, both disfathered long ago, + 

Both to one exile cast, both desolate. + 

He was thy worshipper, thy giver great + 

Of sacrifice. If thou tear down his nest, + 

What hand like his shall glorify thy feast? + 

Blot out the eagle’s brood, and where again + 

Hast thou thy messenger to speak to men? + 

Blast this most royal oak, what shade shall cool + 

Thine altars on the death-day of the Bull? + 

But cherish us, and from a little seed + 

Thou shalt make great a House now fallen indeed. + 

Leader + 

O Children, Saviours of your father’s House, + 

Be silent! Children, all is perilous; + 

And whoso hears may idly speak of ye + 

To our masters; whom may I yet live to see + 

Dead where the pine logs ooze in fragrant fire! + 

Orestes + 

He speaks with increasing horror as he proceeds. + 

Oh, Loxias shall not mock my great desire, + 

Who spoke his divine promise, charging me + 

To thread this peril to the extremity: + 

Yea, raised his awful voice and surging told + 

To my hot heart of horrors stormy-cold + 

Till I seek out those murderers, by the road + 

Themselves have shown⁠—so spake he⁠—blood for blood, + 

In gold-rejecting rage, the wild bull’s way! + 

If not, for their offending I must pay + 

With mine own life, in torment manifold. + 

Of many things that rise from earth he told, + 

To appease the angry dead: yea, and strange forms, + 

On thee and me, of savage-fangèd worms, + 

Climbing the flesh; lichens, which eat away + 

Even unto nothingness our natural clay. + 

And when they leave him, a man’s hair is white. + 

For him that disobeys, he said, the night + 

Hath Furies, shapen of his father’s blood; + 

Clear-seen, with eyeball straining through the hood + 

Of darkness. The blind arrows of dead men + 

Who cried their kin for mercy and were slain, + 

And madness, and wild fear out of the night, + 

Shall spur him, rack him, till from all men’s sight + 

Alone he goes, out to the desert dim, + 

And that bronze horror clanging after him! + 

For such as he there is no mixing bowl, + 

No dear libation that binds soul to soul: + 

From every altar fire the unseen rage + 

Outbars him: none shall give him harbourage, + 

Nor rest beneath one roof with such an one; + 

Till, without worship, without love, alone + 

He crawls to his death, a carcase to the core + 

Through-rotted, and embalmed to suffer more. Collecting himself. + 

So spake he⁠ ⁠… God, and is one to believe + 

Such oracles as these? Nay, though I give + 

No credence, the deed now must needs be done. + 

So many things of power work here as one: + 

The God’s command; grief for my father slain; + 

And mine own beggary urgeth me amain, + 

That never shall these Argives, famed afar, + 

High conquerors of Troy in joyous war + 

Cower to⁠ ⁠… two women. For he bears, I know, + 

A woman’s heart.⁠ ⁠… If not, this day will show. He kneels at the Grave: Electra kneels opposite him and the Chorus gather behind. + 

Chorus + 

Ye great Apportionments of God, + 

The road of Righteousness make straight: + 

“For tongue of hate be tongue of hate + 

Made perfect”: thus, as falls her rod, + 

God’s justice crieth: “For the blow + 

Of death the blow of death atone.” + 

“On him that doeth shall be done”: + 

Speaks a grey word of long ago. + 

Orestes + 

O Father, Father of Doom, + 

What word, what deed from me, + 

Can waft afar to the silent room + 

Where thy sleep holdeth thee + 

A light that shall rend thy gloom? + 

Yet surely, the tale is told, + 

That tears are comfort beneath the tomb + 

To the great Kings of old. + 

Leader + 

No fire ravening red, + 

O Son, subdueth quite + 

The deep life of the dead; + 

His wrath breaks from the night. + 

When they weep for one who dies + 

His Avenger doth arise, + 

Yea, for father and life-giver + 

There is Justice, when the cries + 

And the tears run as a river. + 

Electra + 

O Father, hearken and save, + 

For my sore sorrow’s sake! + 

Children twain are above thy grave + 

Seeking for thee: Oh, wake! + 

Thy grave is their only home, + 

The beggared and outcast. + 

What here is well? What is saved from doom? + 

O Atê strong to the last! + 

Chorus + 

Yet still it may be⁠—God is strong⁠— + 

A changèd music shall be born + 

To sound above this dirge forlorn, + 

And the King’s House with Triumph-song + 

Lead home a Friend in love new-sworn. + 

Orestes + 

Would that in ancient days, + 

Father, some Lycian lance + 

Had slain thee by Ilion’s wall; + 

Then hadst thou left great praise + 

In thy House, and thy children’s glance + 

In the streets were marked of all: + 

Men had upreared for thee + 

A high-piled burial hill + 

In a land beyond the sea; + 

And the House could have borne its ill. + 

Leader + 

And all they who nobly died + 

Would have loved him in that place, + 

And observed him in his pride + 

As he passed with royal pace + 

To a throne at the right hand + 

Of the Kings of the Dark Land: + 

For a king he was when living, + 

Above all who crownèd stand + 

With the sceptre of lawgiving. + 

Electra + 

Nay, would thou hadst died not ever! + 

Not by the Ilian Gate, + 

Not when the others fell + 

Spear-broken beside the river! + 

If they who wrought thee hate + 

Had died, it had all been well: + 

A strange death, full of fear, + 

That the folk beyond far seas + 

Should enquire thereof, and hear; + 

Not of our miseries! + 

Chorus + 

My daughter, rare as gold is rare, + 

And blither than the skies behind + 

The raging of the northern wind + 

Are these thy prayers: for what is prayer? + 

Yet, be thou sure, this twofold scourge + 

Is heard: it pierceth to the verge + 

Of darkness, and your helpers now + 

Are wakening. These encharioted + 

Above us, lo, their hand is red! + 

Abhorrèd are they by the dead; + 

But none so hates as he and thou! + 

Orestes + 

Ah me, that word, that word + 

Stabbeth my heart, as a sword! + 

God, God, who sendest from below + 

Blind vengeance in the wake + 

Of sin, what deed have I to do, + 

With hand most weak and full of woe? + 

’Tis for my father’s sake! + 

Leader + 

May it be mine, may it be mine, + 

To dance about the blazing pine + 

Crying, crying, + 

“A man is slain, a woman dying!” + 

It hideth in my bosom’s core, + 

It beats its wings for death, for death, + 

A bitter wind that blows before + 

The prow, a hate that festereth, + 

A thing of horror, yet divine! + 

Electra + 

Zeus of the orphan, when + 

Wilt lift thy hand among men? + 

Let the land have a sign. Be strong, + 

And smite the neck from the head. + 

I ask for right after much wrong. + 

Hear me, O God! Hark to my song, + 

Ye Princedoms of the Dead! + 

Chorus + 

’Tis written: the shed drop doth crave + 

For new blood. Yea, the murdered cry + 

Of dead men shrieketh from the grave + 

To Her who out of sins gone by + 

Makes new sin, that the old may die. + 

Orestes + 

How? Are ye dumb, Ye Princedoms of the Dead? + 

O Curses of Them that perish, come hither, hither! + 

Look on this wreck of kings, the beaten head, + 

Bowed in despair, roofless, disherited! + 

Whither to turn, O Lord Zeus? Whither, whither? + 

Leader + 

My heart, my heart is tossed again + 

To see thee yielded up to pain, + 

Failing, failing; + 

Then mist is on my eyes and wailing + 

About mine ears, and tears as rain. + 

But when once more I look on thee + 

With power exalted, sudden-swift + 

A hope doth all my burden lift, + 

And light, and signs of things to be. + 

Electra + 

What best shall pierce thine ear; the wrongs she wrought, + 

Wrought upon us, upon us, she and none other? + 

Oh, fawn and smile: but the wrongs shall soften not, + 

Wrongs with a wolfish heart, by a wolf begot: + 

They see no smile, they reck not the name of Mother! + 

Chorus + 

With the dirge of Agbatana I beat my breast: + 

Like the Keeners of Kissia, I make songs of pain. + 

Lo, yearning of arms abundant, east and west: + 

Tearing they smite, again and yet again, + 

From above, from high; yea, God hath smitten red + 

This bitter bleeding bosom, this bended head. + 

Electra + 

Ho, Mother! Ho, thou, Mother, + 

Mine enemy, daring all! + 

What burial made ye here? + 

His people followed not, + 

Mourned him not, knew him not: + 

Enemies bare his pall: + 

His wife shed no tear! + 

Orestes + 

All, all dishonour, so thy story telleth it! + 

And for that dishonour shall the woman pay, + 

As the gods have willed it, as my right hand willeth it! + 

Then Death may take me, let me only slay! + 

Leader + 

His hands and feet, they were hacked away from him! + 

Yea, she that buried him, she wrought it so. + 

To make thy life blasted, without help or stay from him. + 

Thou hast it all, the defiling and shame and woe! Orestes breaks down in speechless tears. + 

Electra + 

Thou tellest the doom he died, but I saw him not; + 

I was far off, dishonoured and nothing worth. + 

Like a dog they drove me back, and the door was shut, + 

And alone I poured my tears to him through the earth. + 

I laughed not, yet rejoiced that none saw me weep.⁠— + 

Write this in thine heart, O Father; grave it deep. + 

Leader + 

Write! Yea, and draw the word + 

Deep unto that still land + 

Where thy soul dwells in peace. + 

What is, thou hast this day heard; + 

What shall be, reach forth thine hand + 

And take it! Be hard, be hard + 

To smite and not cease! + 

Orestes, Electra, and the Leader. + 

Orestes + 

Thee, thee I call. Father, be near thine own. + 

Electra + 

I also cry thee, choked with the tears that flow. + 

Leader + 

Yea, all this band, it crieth to thee as one. + 

All + 

O great King, hear us. Awake thee to the sun. + 

Be with us against thy foe! + 

Orestes + 

The slayer shall meet the slayer, wrong smite with wrong. + 

Electra + 

O Zeus, bless thou the murder to be this day. + 

Leader + 

(Dost hear? Oh, fear is upon me and trembling strong.) + 

All + 

The day of Fate is old, it hath lingered long; + 

It cometh to them that pray. + 

Divers Women + 

—Alas, alas, for the travail born in the race, + 

—Alas for the harp of Atê, whose strings run blood, + 

—The beaten bosom, the grief too wild to bear. + 

—The pain that gnaweth, and will not sink to sleep. + 

—The House hath healing for its own bitterness; + 

—It is here within. None other can stay the flood; + 

—Through bitter striving, through hate and old despair. + 

—Behold the Song of the Daemons of the deep! + 

Orestes + 

O Father mine, O most unkingly slain, + 

Grant me the lordship of thy House again. + 

Electra + 

A boon for me likewise, O Father, give; + 

To lay Aigisthos in his blood and live. + 

Orestes + 

So men shall honour thee with wassail high; + 

Else without meat or incense shalt thou lie, + 

Unhonoured when the dead their banquets call. + 

Electra + 

And I will pour thee offerings wondrous fair + 

From my stored riches for a marriage-prayer, + 

And this thy grave will honour more than all. + 

Orestes + 

Send back, O Earth, my sire to comfort me. + 

Electra + 

In power, in beauty, Great Persephone! + 

Orestes + 

Remember, Father, how they laved thee there! + 

Electra + 

Remember the strange weaving thou didst wear! + 

Orestes + 

A snarèd beast in chains no anvil wrought! + 

Electra + 

In coilèd webs of shame and evil thought! + 

Orestes + 

Scorn upon scorn! Oh, art thou wakenèd? + 

Electra + 

Dost rear to sunlight that belovèd head? + 

Orestes + 

Or send thine helping Vengeance to the light + 

To aid the faithful: or let even fight + 

Be joined in the same grapple as of yore, + 

If, conquered, thou wouldst quell thy conqueror. + 

Electra + 

Yet one last cry: O Father, hear and save! + 

Pity thy children cast upon thy grave: + 

The woman pity, and the weeping man. + 

Orestes + 

And blot not out the old race that began + 

With Pelops: and though slain thou art not dead! + 

Electra + 

Children are living voices for a head + 

Long silent, floats which hold the net and keep + 

The twisted line unfoundered in the deep. + 

Orestes + 

Listen: ’tis thou we weep for, none but thou: + 

Thyself art savèd if thou save us now. + 

Leader + 

Behold, ye have made a long and yearning praise, + 

This sepulchre for unlamented days + 

Requiting to the full. And for the rest, + 

Seeing now thine heart is lifted on the crest + 

Of courage, get thee to the deed, and see + 

What power the Daemon hath which guardeth thee. + 

Orestes + 

So be it. Yet methinks to know one thing + 

Were well. Why sent she this drink-offering? + 

Hoped she by late atonement to undo + 

That wrong eternal? A vain comfort, too, + 

Sent to one dead, and feeling not! My mind + 

Stumbles to understand what lies behind + 

These gifts, so puny for the deed she hath done. + 

Yea, though man offer all he hath to atone + 

For one life’s blood, ’tis written, he hath lost + 

That labour.⁠—But enough. Say all thou know’st. + 

Leader + 

Son, I was near her, and could mark aright. + 

A dream, a terror wandering in the night, + 

Shook her dark spirit till she spoke that word. + 

Orestes + 

What was the dream she dreamed? Speak, if ye heard. + 

Leader + 

She bore to life, she said, a Serpent Thing. + 

Orestes + 

And after? To its head thy story bring. + 

Leader + 

In swathing clothes she lapt it like a child. + 

Orestes + 

It craved for meat, that dragon of the wild? + 

Leader + 

Yes; in the dream she gave it her own breast. + 

Orestes + 

And took no scathing from the evil beast? + 

Leader + 

The milk ran into blood. So deep it bit. + 

Orestes + 

The dream is come. The man shall follow it. + 

Leader + 

And she, appalled, came shrieking out of sleep; + 

And many a torch, long blinded in the deep + 

Of darkness, in our chambers burst afire + 

To cheer the Queen. Then spake she her desire, + 

To send, as a swift medicine for the dread + 

That held her, these peace offerings to the dead. + 

Orestes + 

Behold, I pray this everlasting Earth, + 

I pray my father’s grave, they bring to birth + 

In fullness all this dream. And here am I + 

To read its heart and message flawlessly. + 

Seeing that this serpent, born whence I was born, + 

Wore the same swathing-bands these limbs had worn, + 

Fanged the same breast that suckled me of yore, + 

And through the sweet milk drew that gout of gore; + 

And seeing she understood, and sore afeared + 

Shrieked: therefore it must be that, having reared + 

A birth most ghastly, she in wrath shall die: + 

And I, the beast, the serpent, even I + 

Shall slay her! Be it so. The dream speaks clear. + 

Leader + 

I take thyself for mine interpreter, + 

And pray that this may be. But speak thy will + 

Who shall be doing, say, and who be still? + 

Orestes + 

’Tis simply told. This woman makes her way + 

Within, and ye my charges shall obey, + 

That they who slew by guile a man most rare, + 

By guile, and snarèd in the self-same snare, + 

May die, as Lord Apollo hath foretold, + 

Loxias the Seer, who never failed of old. + 

First, I array me in a stranger’s guise, + 

With all the gear of travel, and likewise + 

This man⁠—their guest and battle-guest of yore! + 

Then hither shall we come, and stand before + 

The courtyard gate, and call. Aye, we will teach + 

Our tongues an accent of Parnassian speech, + 

Like men in Phôkis born. And say, perchance + 

None of the warders with glad countenance + 

Will ope to us, the House being so beset + 

With evil: aye, what then? Then obdurate + 

We shall wait on, till all who pass that way + 

Shall make surmise against the House, and say + 

“What ails Aigisthos? Wherefore doth he close + 

His door against the traveller, if he knows + 

And is within?” So comes it, soon or late, + 

I cross the threshold of the courtyard gate; + 

And entering find him on my father’s throne.⁠ ⁠… + 

Or, say he is abroad and comes anon, + 

And hears, and calls for me⁠—and there am I + 

Before him, face to face and eye to eye; + 

“Whence comes the traveller?” ere he speaks it, dead + 

I lay him, huddled round this leaping blade! + 

Then shall the Curse have drunken of our gore + 

Her third, last, burning cup, and thirst no more. + 

Therefore go thou within, and watch withal + 

That all this chance may well and aptly fall. + 

For you, I charge ye of your lips take heed: + 

Good words or silence, as the hour may need. + 

While One Below his counsel shall afford + 

And ope to me the strait way of the sword. Orestes and Pylades depart, Electra goes into the House. + 

Chorus + 

Host on host, breedeth Earth + 

Things of fear and ghastly birth; + 

Arm on arm spreads the Sea + 

That full of coilèd horrors be; + 

And fires the sky doth multiply; + 

And things that crawl, and things that fly, + 

And they that are born in the wind can tell of the perils + 

Of tempest and the Wrath on high. + 

But, ah, the surge over-bold + 

Of man’s passion who hath told? + 

Who the Love, wild as hate, + 

In woman’s bosom desperate, + 

Which feedeth in the fields of Woe? + 

Where lives of mortals linkèd go + 

The heart of a woman is perilous past all perils + 

Of stars above or deeps below. + 

Wist ye not, O light of mind, + 

Her who slew her son with hate, + 

Thestios’ daughter desolate, + 

How she wrought All her thought + 

To one counsel, fiery-blind, + 

When she burned the brand of fate, + 

That was twin to him and brother + 

From the hour of that first cry + 

When the babe came from the mother + 

Till the strong man turned to die? + 

Wist ye not one loathed of old, + 

Who to win a foe did sell, + 

Cruel, him who loved her well; + 

Skylla, dyed with blood and pride, + 

Who craved the rings of Cretan gold + 

That Minos gave, too rich to tell; + 

Like a wolf at night she came + 

Where he lay with tranquil breath, + 

And she cut the Crest of Flame: + 

And, a-sudden, all was death. + 

But o’er all terrors on man’s tongue + 

The woman’s deed of Lemnos lies; + 

It echoes, like an evil song, + 

Far off, and whensoe’er there rise + 

New and strange sins, in dire surmise, + 

Men mind them of the Lemnian wrong. + 

Yet surely by the Sin God’s eye + 

Abhorreth, mortal man shall die, + 

And all the glory that was his. + 

For who shall lift that thing on high + 

Which God abaseth? Not amiss + 

I garner to my crown of woe + 

These sins of Woman long ago. + 

O lust so old, so hard of heart! + 

I lose me in the stories told, + 

Untimely. Have these walls no part + 

In ravening of desire, as bold + 

And evil as those deeds of old? + 

The House with dread thereof doth start + 

From dreaming. On, through woe or weal + 

A woman brooding planned her path, + 

Against a warrior robed in steel, + 

And armies trembled at his wrath. + 

And he is gone; and we must kneel + 

On a cold hearth and bow in fear + 

Before a woman’s trembling spear. + 

Lo, the sword hovereth at the throat + 

For Justice’ sake. It scorneth not + 

What the proud man to earth has trod. + 

Its edge is bitter to the bone; + 

It stabbeth on, thro’ iron, thro’ stone, + 

Till it reach him who hath forgot + 

That Ruth which is the law of God. + 

For Justice is an oak that yet + 

Standeth; and Doom the Smith doth whet + 

His blade in the dark. But what is this? + 

A child led to the House from lands + 

Far off, and blood upon his hands! + 

The great Erinys wreaks her debt, + 

Whose thought is as the vast abyss. + 