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 To slay—shrink not—our father’s murderer,

Aegisthus. There, I plainly tell thee all.

Why hesitate? What faintest ray of hope

Is left to excuse thy lethargy, whose lot

Henceforth must be to mourn the ancestral wealth

Whereof thou art defrauded, to lament

A youth that withers fast, unloved, unwed.

For dream not wedded bliss can e’er be thine;

Too wary is Aegisthus to permit

That children should be born of thee or me

For his destruction. But, if thou attend

My counsel, thou shalt reap large benefits:

First, from our dead sire, and our brother too,

A name for piety; and furthermore,

A free-born woman thou shalt stand revealed;

And worthy spousals shall be thine, for worth

In women ever captivates all men.

Seest thou not too the honour thou shalt win

Both for thyself and me, if thou consent?

What countryman, what stranger will not greet

Our presence, when he sees us, with acclaim?

“Look, friends, upon this sister pair,” he'll cry,

“Who raised their father’s house, who dared confront

Their foes in power, who jeopardised their lives

In bloody vengeance. Honour to the pair.

Honour and worship! Yea at every feast

Let all the people laud their bravery.”

So will our fame be bruited far and wide,

Nor shall our glory fail in life or death.

Sweet sister, hear me, take thy father’s part,

Side with thy brother, give me, give thyself 201