Electra
Hasten your step, it is time; go onward, onward, weeping. Ah me! [130] In what city and what household do you wander about, my wretched brother, leaving your pitiable sister in our ancestral home, to great pain? [135] Come to me, the unhappy one, as a deliverer from this pain, oh Zeus, Zeus, and as a defender for my father against his most hateful bloodshed; bring the wanderer to shore in Argos.