Leader:
I know, my boy, I was there. She had bad dreams. Some terror
came groping through the night, it shook her, and she sent these cups, unholy woman.
ORESTES:
And you know the dream, you can tell it clearly?
Leader: She dreamed she bore a snake, said so herself and...
Orestes: Come to the point - where does the story end?
Leader: ... she swaddled it like a baby, laid it to rest
Orestes: And food, what did the little monster want?
Leader: She gave it her breast to s** - she was dreaming.
Orestes: And didn't it tear her nipple, the brute inhuman -
Leader: Blood curdled the milk with each sharp tug...
Orestes: No empty dream. The vision of a man.
Leader:
... and she woke with a scream, appalled,
and rows of torches, burning out of the blind dark,
flared across the halls to soothe the queen,
and then she sent the libations for the dead,
an easy cure she hopes will cut the pain.
ORESTES:
No, I pray to the Earth and father's grave to bring that dream to life in me. I'll play the seer -it
all fits together, watch!
If the serpent came from the same place as I,
and slept in the bands that swaddled me, and its jaws spread wide for the breast that nursed
me into life and clots stained the milk, mother's milk, and she cried in fear and agony - so be
it.
As she bred this sign, this violent prodigy
so she dies by violence. I turn serpent, I k** her. So the vision says.
Leader: You are the seer for me, I like your reading. Let it come! But now rehearse your
friends. Say do this, or don't do that -