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Agamemnon's son and Klytemnestra's I,

My name Orestes: to Zeus' oracle

Bound, at Dodona. Seeing I am come

To Phthia, good it seems that I enquire

Of my kinswoman, if she lives and thrives,

Hermionê of Sparta. Though she dwell

In a far land from us, she is all as dear.

O haven in a storm by shipmen seen,

Agamemnon's son, by these thy knees I pray,

Pity me of whose lot thou questionest,

Afflicted me! With arms, as suppliant wreaths

Strong to constrain, I clasp thy very knees.

What ails thee? Have I erred, or see I clear

Menelaus' daughter here, this household's queen?

Yea, the one daughter Helen Tyndareus' child

Bare in his halls unto my sire: doubt not.

O Healer Phœbus, grant from woes release!

What ails thee? Art thou wronged of Gods or men?

Of myself partly, partly of my lord,

In part of some God: ruin is everywhere!