ELEC. O virgin, art thou come from crowning Clytæmnestra's tomb, and
pouring libations to her manes?
HERM. I am come, having obtained her good services; but some terror has
come upon me, on account of the noise in the palace, which I hear being a
far distance off the house.
ELEC. But why? There have happened to us things worthy of groans.
HERM. Speak good words; but what news dost thou tell me?
ELEC. It has been decreed by this land, that Orestes and I die.
HERM. No, I hope not so; you, who are my relations.
ELEC. It is fixed; but we stand under the yoke of necessity.
HERM. Was the noise then in the house on this account?