O household Fury, hard to grapple with,
How many, though aloof, thou visitest,
Piercing with well-aimed arrows from afar,
While wretched me thou hast stript bare of friends.
And now, Orestes, who, by lucky chance,
His foot from ruin's slough had well-nigh freed,
Cancels by death our cherished hope, sole cure
Of the ill revelry that reigneth here.
Orestes.
With hosts so richly dowered I fain had sought
Acquaintance and kind cheer, as messenger
Bearing more welcome tidings; for what bond
More friendly than of stranger to his hosts? 690
Yet not to consummate for friends a charge
So weighty, deemed I an impiety,
By promise bound, and pledges of good-will.
Clytemnestra.
Worthy regard not less shalt thou receive;
Nor have the less fair welcome to this house.
Another all the same had brought thy news.
But time it is that strangers who have made
A day-long journey should their strength recruit.
[To an attendant.
To the men's chambers usher him as guest;
His escort too, and fellow-traveller. 700
There be they tended as befits this house.
Do ye my will as who must give account.
Ourselves will to the rulers of this house
