y friends to thee?
ELECTRA.
Aye, friends and true. They will keep faithfully
All words of mine and thine.
ORESTES (_trying her_).
Thou art well stayed
With friends. And could Orestes give thee aid
In aught, if e'er...
ELECTRA.
Shame on thee! Seest thou not?
Is it not time?
ORESTES (_catching her excitement_).
How time? And if he sought
To slay, how should he come at his desire?
ELECTRA.
By daring, as they dared who slew his sire!
ORESTES.
Wouldst thou dare with him, if he came, thou too,
To slay her?
ELECTRA.
Yes; with the same axe that slew
My father!
ORESTES.
'Tis thy message? And thy mood
Unchanging?
ELECTRA.
Let me shed my mother's blood,
And I die happy.
ORESTES.
God!... I would that now
Orestes heard thee here.
ELECTRA.
Yet, wottest thou,
Though here I saw him, I should know him not.
ORESTES.
Surely. Ye both were children, when they wrought
Your parting.
ELECTRA.
One alone in all this land
Would know his face.
ORESTES.
The thrall, methinks, whose hand
Stole him from death--or so the story ran?
ELECTRA.
He taught my father, too, an old old man
Of other days than these.
ORESTES.
Thy father's grave...
He had due rites and tendance?
ELECTRA.
What chance gave,
My father had, cast out to rot in the sun.
ORESTES.
God, 'tis too much!... To hear of such things done
Even to a stranger, stings a man.... But speak,
Tell of thy life, that I may know, and seek
Thy brother with a tale that must be heard
Howe'er it sicken. If mine eyes be blurred,
Remember, 'tis the fool that feels not. Aye,
Wisdom is full of pity; and thereby
Men pay for too much wisdom with much pain.
LEADER.
My heart is moved as this man's. I would fain
Learn all thy tale. Here dwelling on the hills
Little I know of Argos and its ills.
ELECTRA.
If I must speak--and at love's call, God knows,
I fear not--I will tell thee all; my woes,
My father's woes, and--O, since thou hast stirred
This storm of speech, thou bear him this my word--
His woes and shame! Tell of this narrow cloak
In the wind; this grime and reek of toil, that choke
My breathing; this low roof that bows my head
After a king's. This raiment ... thread
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