Orestes.
Put 'neath my side thy side: the matted hair
Brush from my brow, for dimly see mine eyes.
Electra.
Ah hapless head of tresses all befouled,225
How wildly tossed art thou, unwashen long!
Orestes.
Lay me again down. When the frenzy-throes
Leave me, unstrung am I—strengthless of limb.
Electra (lays him down).
Lo there. To sick ones welcome is the couch,
A place pain-haunted, and yet necessary.230
Orestes.
Raise me once more upright: turn me about.
Hard are the sick to please, for helplessness.
Electra.
Wilt set thy feet upon the earth, and take
One step at last? Change is in all things sweet.
Orestes.
Yea, surely: this the semblance hath of health.235
Better than nought is seeming, though unreal.
Electra.
Give ear unto me now, O brother mine,
While yet the Fiends unclouded leave thy brain.
