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EURIPIDES
Orestes.
Others I have yet to slay
Less dear than thou.
Electra.
Go from me! Wouldst thou lay
Hand on a body that is not for thee?
Orestes.
None is there I would touch more righteously.
Electra.
Why lurk'st thou by my house? And why a sword?
Orestes.
Stay. Listen! Thou wilt not gainsay my word.
Electra.
There—I am still. Do what thou wilt with me.
Thou art too strong.
Orestes.
A word I bear to thee . . .
Word of thy brother.
Electra.
Oh, friend! More than friend!
Living or dead?
Orestes.
He lives; so let me send
My comfort foremost, ere the rest be heard.
