ELECTRA.
Woe's me! No more of wailing! Women, flee!
Strange armèd men beside the dwelling there
Lie ambushed! They are rising from their lair.
Back by the road, all you. I will essay
The house; and may our good feet save us!
ORESTES (between ELECTRA and the hut).
Stay,
Unhappy woman! Never fear my steel.
ELECTRA (in utter panic).
O bright Apollo! Mercy! See, I kneel;
Slay me not.