His mother. Lo, I know thee full of wrath
Against one deed, but all too placable
Unto the other, minishing the crime.
But in this cause shall Pallas guard the right.
Chorus.
Deem not my quest shall ever quit that man.
Apollo.
Follow then,—make thee double toil in vain.
Chorus.
Think not by speech mine office to curtail.
Apollo.
None hast thou, that I would accept of thee!
Chorus.
Yea, high thine honour by the throne of Zeus:
But I, drawn on by scent of mother's blood,
Seek vengeance on this man and hound him down.
Apollo.
But I will stand beside him; 'tis for me
To guard my suppliant: gods and men alike
Do dread the curse of such an one betrayed,
And in me Fear and Will say Leave him not.
The scene changes to Athens. In the foreground, the temple of Athena on the Acropolis; her statue stands in the centre; Orestes is seen clinging to it.
Orestes.
Look on me, queen Athena; lo, I come
By Loxias' behest; thou of thy grace
