ELECTRA
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Orestes.
That seals thy brother's doom!
What Prince of Argos . . . ?
Electra.
Not the man to whom
My father thought to give me.
Orestes.
Speak; that I
May tell thy brother all.
Electra.
'Tis there, hard by,
His dwelling, where I live, far from men's eyes.
Orestes.
Some ditcher's cot, or cowherd's, by its guise!
Electra (struck with shame for her ingratitude).
A poor man; but true-hearted, and to me
God-fearing.
Orestes.
How? What fear of God hath he?
Electra.
He hath never held my body to his own.
Orestes.
Hath he some vow to keep? Or is it done
To scorn thee?
