ELEC. O dear Mycenian virgins, who have the first place at the Pelasgian seat of the Argives;—
CHOR. What voice art thou uttering, my respected mistress? for this appellation awaits thee in the city of the Danaids.
ELEC. Arrange yourselves, some of you in this beaten way, and some there, in that other path, to guard the house.
CHOR. But on what account dost thou command this, tell me, my friend.
ELEC. Fear possesses me, lest any one being in the palace, on account of this murderous deed, should contrive evils on evils.
SEMICHOR. Go, let us hasten, I indeed will guard this path, that tends toward where the sun flings his first rays.
SEMICHOR. And I indeed this, which leads toward the west.
ELEC. Now turn the glances of your eyes around in every position, now here, now there, then take some other view.
CHOR. We are, as thou commandest.
ELEC. Now roll your eyelids over your pupils, glance them every way through your ringlets.