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EURIPIDES.
Menelaus.
What aileth thee? What sickness ruineth thee?395
Orestes.
Conscience!—to know I have wrought a fearful deed.
Menelaus.
How mean'st thou? Clear is wisdom, not obscure.
Orestes.
Grief most of all is that which wasteth me,—
Menelaus.
Dread Goddess she: yet is there cure for her.
Orestes.
And Madness, vengeance for a mother's blood.400
Menelaus.
And when began thy madness? What the day?
Orestes.
Whereon I heaped my wretched mother's grave.
Menelaus.
At home, or as thou watchedst by the pyre?
Orestes.
In that night-watch for gathering of the bones.
Menelaus.
Was any by, to raise thy body up?405
