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[1204-1219] Electra<br />

ELECTRA<br />

Oh, they are friends; thou canst speak without mistrust.<br />

ORESTES<br />

Give up this urn, then, and thou shalt be told all.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

Nay, I beseech thee be not so cruel to me, sir!<br />

ORESTES<br />

Do as I say, and never fear to do amiss.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

I conjure thee, rob me not of my chief treasure!<br />

Thou must not keep it.<br />

ORESTES<br />

ELECTRA<br />

Ah woe is me for thee, Orestes, if I am not to give thee burial!<br />

ORESTES<br />

Hush!—no such word!—Thou hast no right to lament.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

No right to lament for my dead brother?<br />

ORESTES<br />

It is not meet for thee to speak of him thus.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

Am I so dishonoured of the dead?<br />

ORESTES<br />

Dishonoured of none:—but this is not thy part.<br />

ELECTRA<br />

Yes, if these are the ashes of Orestes that I hold.<br />

ORESTES<br />

They are not; a fiction clothed them with his name.<br />

(He gently takes the urn from her.)<br />

ELECTRA<br />

And where is that unhappy one's tomb?<br />

ORESTES<br />

There is none; the living have no tomb.

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