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It may not be.

Ah! woe for thee, Orestes, woe is me,

If I am not to give thee burial.

Guard well thy lips; thou hast no right to mourn.

No right to mourn a brother who is dead!

To speak of him in this wise is not meet.

What, am I so dishonoured of the dead?

Of none dishonoured: this is not thy part.

Not if Orestes’ ashes here I hold?

They are not his, though feigned to pass for his.

Where then is my unhappy brother’s grave?

There is no grave; we bury not the quick.

What sayst thou, boy?

Nothing that is not true.

He lives?

As surely as I am alive. 223