192
EURIPIDES.
Electra.
Not such to whom my sire once hoped to wed me.
Orestes.
Tell me, that hearing I may tell thy brother. 250
Electra.
In this his house from Argos far I live.
Orestes.
Delver or neatherd should but match such house!
Electra.
Poor, yet well-born, and reverencing me.
Orestes.
Now what this reverence rendered of thy spouse?
Electra.
Never hath he presumed to touch my couch. 255
Orestes.
A vow of chastity, or scorn of thee?
Electra.
He took not on him to insult my sires.
Orestes.
How, did he not exult to win such bride?
Electra.
He deems that who betrothed me had not right.
