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a deliverance from trouble for the two survivors of<br />
the house of Atreus?<br />
Ch. This that I have seen with mine eyes, not<br />
merely heard men tell may rank with miracles; 'tis<br />
stranger than fiction.<br />
Py. Orestes, it is natural for friends to embrace<br />
each other when they meet, but thou must leave<br />
lamenting and face that other question as well, how<br />
we are to escape from this savage land, with our<br />
safety honourably secured. For the wise man's way,<br />
when once he gets a chance, is not to indulge in<br />
pleasures foreign to it, abandoning his fortune.<br />
Or. Thou art right; and fortune, I feel sure, is bent<br />
on helping our efforts here; for if a man exerts himself,<br />
the gods naturally have greater power.<br />
Ip. (To PYLA DES) Thou shalt not stop me or prevent<br />
me from first inquiring how Electra fares; for<br />
any news of her will be welcome to me.<br />
Or. Here is her husband (pointing 10 PYLA DES),<br />
with whom she leads a happy life.<br />
Ip. What is his country? who his sire?<br />
Or. His father's name is Strophius, a Phocian.<br />
Ip. Why then, he is the son of Atreus' daughter<br />
and my kinsman?<br />
Or. Thy cousin, yes; my one loyal friend.<br />
Ip. He was not born, when my father sought my<br />
life.<br />
Or. No, for Strophius had no son for some time.<br />
Ip. My sister's husband, hail!<br />
Or. My saviour too and no mere kinsman.<br />
Ip. How didst thou bring thyself to that awful<br />
deed regarding our mother?<br />
Or. Let us say nothing of the deed; 'twas my<br />
vengeance for my sire.<br />
Ip. What was her reason for slaying her husband?<br />
Or. Forego our mother's story; 'tis no tale for thy<br />
ears.<br />
Ip. I say no more; but does Argos now look up to<br />
thee?<br />
Or. Menelaus is king, and I an exile from my<br />
country.<br />
Ip. Surely our uncle never so insulted our afflicted<br />
house?<br />
Or. No, but the fear of the avenging fiends drives<br />
me from the land.<br />
Ip. Then that explains the story of thy madness<br />
even here upon the beach.<br />
Or. This is not the first time I have been seen in<br />
my misery.<br />
Ip. I understand; the goddesses were chasing thee<br />
on account of thy mother's murder.<br />
Or. To put a bloody bridle in my mouth.<br />
Ip. But why was it to this land thou didst guide<br />
thy steps?<br />
Or. I came obedient to an oracle of Pha:bus.<br />
Ip. With what intent? Is it a secret or may it be<br />
told?<br />
Or. I will tell thee. All my sorrows date from this;<br />
after my mother's punishment-of which I say nothing-had<br />
devolved on me, I was chased ·into exile<br />
by vengeful fiends in hot pursuit, till Loxias at last<br />
guided my footsteps to Athens to make atonement<br />
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to the unnamed goddesses; for there is there a holy<br />
tribunal, which Zeus set up one day to try Arcs for<br />
some pollution, it is said. Now, on my arrival at<br />
Athens, not one of my friends was ready to receive<br />
me at first, as a man abhorred by Heaven; afterwards<br />
they, who had pity on me, supplied me with<br />
stranger's cheer at a table apart, being in the same<br />
room with me, but by their silence they contrived<br />
to exclude me from conversation, that I might keep<br />
aloof from their eating and drinking; and, filling<br />
each man's cup with the same measure of wine for<br />
all, they were enjoying themselves. I meantime did<br />
not presume to question my hosts, but was sorrowing<br />
in silence and pretending not to notice it, though<br />
grieving bitterly that I was my mother's murderer.<br />
Moreover, I hear that amongst the Athenians my<br />
misfortunes have become the occasion for a festival,<br />
and the custom yet survives of the people of Pallas<br />
honouring the pitcher. But when I came to Ares'<br />
hill and stood my trial, I on one platform, the eldest<br />
of the vengeful fiends upon the other, Pha:bus, having<br />
made his speech and heard the evidence about<br />
my mother's murder, saved me by his testimony,<br />
and Pallas, counting out the votes in her hand, made<br />
them equal for me; so I came off triumphant in the<br />
murder-trial. Thereon as many of the avenging fiends<br />
as agreed with the verdict and were for settling<br />
there, resolved to have a temple close to the tribunal;<br />
but such of them as concurred not with the<br />
precedent, continued to persecute me in restless pursuit,<br />
till once again I sought the hallowed soil of<br />
Pha:bus, and stretching myself starving before his<br />
shrine, I swore to end my life then and there, unless<br />
he who had ruined me would find me salvation;<br />
whereupon the voice of Pha:bus pealed from his<br />
golden tripod, and he sent me hither to fetch the<br />
image, which fell from heaven, and set it up in Attica.<br />
Help me then to compass the means of safety<br />
he has appointed me; for if I can secure the image of<br />
the goddess, I shall not only cease from my mad fits,<br />
but setting out on well-rowed ship restore thee to<br />
Myceme once again. Ah! my sister, well-beloved!<br />
preserve thy father's house and send me hence in<br />
safety; for I and the fortunes of Pelops' race are<br />
utterly undone, unless we secure the image of the<br />
goddess, that fell from heaven.<br />
Ch. Some god's dire anger once burst forth against<br />
the seed of Tantalus, and it is leading them through<br />
trouble.<br />
Ip. It was long my eager wish, brother, even before<br />
thy coming, to be at Argos and see thee face to<br />
face; and my desire is thine, to set thee free from<br />
suffering and restore my father's stricken house, harbouring<br />
no angry thoughts towards him who would<br />
have slain me; for so should I be spared thy blood<br />
and save my house; but how am I to elude the goddess,<br />
and the king, when he finds the stone pedestal<br />
robbed of its image? That is my fear. How shall I<br />
escape death? what account can I give? If thou canst<br />
combine the acts of carrying off the image and placing<br />
me upon thy gallant ship, the risk becomes worth<br />
running; but, once I am separated from it, I am lost,