ORES. It is well; do thou therefore, my sister Electra, waiting before the house, meet the arrival of the virgin. And watch, lest any one, either some ally, or the brother of my father, should be beforehand with us coming to the palace: and make some noise toward the house, either knocking at the doors, or sending thy voice within. But let us, O Pylades (for thou undertakest this labor with me), entering in, arm our hands with the sword to one last attempt. O my father, that inhabitest the realms of gloomy night, Orestes thy son invokes thee to come a succor to thy suppliants; for on thy account I wretched suffer unjustly, and am betrayed by thy brother, myself having acted justly: whose wife I wish to take and destroy; but be thou our accomplice in this affair. ELEC. O father, come then, if beneath the earth thou hearest thy children calling, who die for thee. PYL. O thou relation[36] of my father, give ear, O Agamemnon, to my prayers also, preserve thy children. ORES. I slew my mother. PYL. But I directed the sword. ELEC. But I at least incited you, and freed you from delay. ORES. Succoring thee, my father. ELEC. Neither did I forsake thee. PYL. Wilt thou not therefore, hearing these things that are brought against thee,[37] defend thy children? ORES. I pour libations on thee with my tears. ELEC. And I with lamentations. PYL. Cease, and let us haste forth to the work, for if prayers penetrate under the earth, he hears; but, O Jove our ancestor, and thou revered deity of justice, grant us to succeed, him, and myself, and this virgin, for over us three friends one hazard, one cause impends, either for all to live, or all to die! ELECTRA, CHORUS. ELEC. O dear Mycenian virgins, who have the first place at the Pelasgian seat of the Argives;-- CHOR. What voice art thou uttering, my respected mistress? for this appellation awaits thee in the city of the Danaids. ELEC. Arrange yourselves, some of you in this beaten way, and some there, in that other path, to guard the house. CHOR. But on what account dost thou command this, tell me, my friend. ELEC. Fear possesses me, lest any one being in the palace, on account of this murderous deed, should contrive evils on evils. SEMICHOR. Go, let us hasten, I indeed will guard this path, that tends toward where the sun flings his first rays. SEMICHOR. And I indeed this, which leads toward the west. ELEC. Now turn the glances of your eyes around in every position, now here, now there, then take some other view. CHOR. We are, as thou commandest. ELEC. Now roll your eyelids over your pupils, glance them every way through your ringlets. SEMICHOR. Is this any one here appearing in the path?--Who is this rustic that is standing about thy palace? ELEC. We are undone then, my friends; he will immediately show to the enemy the lurking beasts of prey armed with their swords. SEMICHOR. Be not afraid, the path is clear, which thou thinkest not.