ELECTRA
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Electra.
Then seek my mother's presence, and declare
My news.
Old Man.
Thy very words, child, as tho' spoke
From thine own lips!
Electra.
Brother, thine hour is struck.
Thou standest in the van of war this day.
Orestes (rousing hirmelf).
Aye, I am ready. . . . I will go my way,
If but some man will guide me.
Old Man.
Here am I,
To speed thee to the end, right thankfully.
Orestes (turning as he goes and raising his hands to heaven).
Zeus of my sires, Zeus of the lost battle,
Electra.
Have pity; have pity; we have earned it well!
Old Man.
Pity these twain, of thine own body sprung!
Electra.
O Queen o'er Argive altars, Hera high,
