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Thy prayer hath borne its fruit. Hereafter tell

The gods thy thanks, and may the end be well!

What meanest thou? What hath God done for me?

Shown thee a face which thou hast longed to see.

What face? What know'st thou of my secret heart?

Orestes'. For that name all fire thou art.

If that be so, how am I near mine end?

Here am I, Sister. Seek no closer friend.

Stranger! It is a plot thou lay'st for me!

Against mine own dear life that plot would be.

Thou mock'st me! Thou would'st laugh to hear me moan!