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EURIPIDES
Leader.
But hold: is this thy husband from the plain,
His labour ended, hasting home again?
Enter the Peasant.
Peasant.
Ha, who be these? Strange men in arms before
My house! What would they at this lonely door?
Seek they for me?—Strange gallants should not stay
A woman's goings.
Electra.
Friend and helper!—Nay,
Think not of any evil. These men be
Friends of Orestes, charged with words for me! . . .
Strangers, forgive his speech.
Peasant.
What word have they
Of him? At least he lives and sees the day?
Electra.
So fares their tale—and sure I doubt it not!
Peasant.
And ye two still are living in his thought,
Thou and his father?
Electra.
In his dreams we live.
An exile hath small power.
