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526 Sophocles [865-890]<br />

ELECTRA<br />

Yea, surely; when in foreign soil, without ministry of my hands—<br />

Alas!<br />

CHORUS<br />

ELECTRA<br />

—he is buried, ungraced by me with sepulture or with tears.<br />

(CHRYSO<strong>THE</strong>MIS enters in excitement.)<br />

CHRYSO<strong>THE</strong>MIS<br />

Joy wings my feet, dear sister, not careful of seemliness, if I come with<br />

speed; for I bring joyful news, to relieve thy long sufferings and sorrows.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

And whence couldst thou find help for my woes, whereof no cure can<br />

be imagined?<br />

CHRYSO<strong>THE</strong>MIS<br />

Orestes is with us,—know this from my lips,—in living presence, as<br />

surely as thou seest me here.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

What, art thou mad, poor girl? Art thou laughing at my sorrows, and<br />

thine own?<br />

CHRYSO<strong>THE</strong>MIS<br />

Nay, by our father's hearth, I speak not in mockery; I tell thee that<br />

he is with us indeed.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

Ah, woe is me! And from whom hast thou heard this tale, which thou<br />

believest so lightly?<br />

CHRYSO<strong>THE</strong>MIS<br />

I believe it on mine own knowledge, not on hearsay; I have seen clear<br />

proofs.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

What hast thou seen, poor girl, to warrant thy belief? Whither, I<br />

wonder hast thou turned thine eyes, that thou art fevered with this baneful<br />

fire?<br />

CHRYSO<strong>THE</strong>MIS<br />

Then, for the gods' love, listen, that thou mayest know my story, before<br />

deciding whether I am sane or foolish.

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