Helen: 'Tis not seemly for a tender maid to make her way amongst a
crowd.
Electra: And yet she would thus be repaying her dead foster-mother's
care.
Helen: True; thou hast convinced me, maiden. Yes, I will send my daughter;
for thou art right. (Calling) Hermione, my child, come forth before
the palace; (Hermione and attendants come out of the palace.) take
these libations and these tresses of mine in thy hands, and go pour
round Clytemnestra's tomb a mingled cup of honey, milk, and frothing
wine; then stand upon the heaped-up grave, and proclaim therefrom,
"Helen, thy sister, sends thee these libations as her gift, fearing
herself to approach thy tomb from terror of the Argive mob"; and bid
her harbour kindly thoughts towards me and thee and my husband; towards
these two wretched sufferers, too, whom Heaven hath afflicted. Likewise
promise that I will pay in full whatever funeral gifts are due from
me to a sister. Now go, my child, and tarry not; and soon as thou
hast made the offering at the tomb, bethink thee of thy return. (Helen
goes into the palace as Hermione and her attendants depart with the
offerings.)