EL.  Then hearken my resolve.  Thou seest now,
We have no friendly succour in the world;
But death has taken all, and we are left
Two only.  I, so long as I could hear
My brother lived and flourished, still had hope
He would arise to wreak his father’s blood. 
But now that he is gone, to thee I turn,
To help thy sister boldly to destroy
The guilty author of our father’s death,
Aegisthus.—­Wherefore hide it from thee now? 
—­Yea, sister!  Till what term wilt thou remain
Inactive?  To what end?  What hope is yet
Left standing?  Surely thou hast cause to grieve,
Bobbed of thy father’s opulent heritage,
And feeling bitterly the creeping years
That find thee still a virgin and unwed. 
Nay, nor imagine thou shalt ever know
That blessing.  Not so careless of his life
Is King Aegisthus, as to risk the birth
Of sons from us, to his most certain fall. 
But if thou wilt but follow my resolve,
First thou shalt win renown of piety
From our dead father, and our brother too,
Who rest beneath the ground, and shalt be free
For evermore in station as in birth,
And nobly matched in marriage, for the good
Draw gazers to them still.  Then seest thou not
What meed of honour, if thou dost my will,
Thou shalt apportion to thyself and me? 
For who, beholding us, what citizen,
What foreigner, will not extend the hand
Of admiration, and exclaim, ’See, friends,
These scions of one stock, these noble twain,
These that have saved their father’s house from woe,
Who once when foes were mighty, set their life
Upon a cast, and stood forth to avenge
The stain of blood!  Who will not love the pair
And do them reverence?  Who will not give
Honour at festivals, and in the throng
Of popular resort, to these in chief,
For their high courage and their bold emprise?’
Such fame will follow us in all the world. 
Living or dying, still to be renowned. 
Ah, then, comply, dear sister; give thy sire
This toil—­this labour to thy brother give;
End these my sufferings, end thine own regret: 
The well-born cannot bear to live in shame.

CH.  In such affairs, for those who speak and hear
Wise thoughtfulness is still the best ally.

CHR.  True, noble women, and before she spake
Sound thought should have prevented the rash talk
That now hath proved her reckless.  What wild aim
Beckons thee forth in arming this design
Whereto thou wouldst demand my ministry? 
Dost not perceive, thou art not man but woman,
Of strength inferior to thine enemies,—­
Their Genius daily prospering more and more,
Whilst ours is dwindling into nothingness? 
Who then that plots against a life so strong
Shall quit him of the danger without harm? 
Take heed we do not add to our distress
Should some one hear of this our colloquy. 
Small help and poor advantage ’twere for us