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To where Aegisthus doeth sacrifice?

Then seek my mother, and my message tell.

Yea, it shall seem the utterance of thy lips.

Now to thy work. Thou drewest first blood-lot.

I will set forth if any guide appear.

Even I will speed thee thither nothing loth.

My fathers' God, Zeus, smiter of my foes,

Pity us: pitiful our wrongs have been.

Ah, pity them whose lineage is of thee!

Queen of Mycenæ's altars, Hera, help!

Grant to us victory, if we claim the right.