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What have I won by favour of the gods?

Thou seest those for whom thou long hast prayed.

How knowest thou for whom I raised the prayer?

I know Orestes in thy heart enshrined.

And say wherein are now my prayers fulfilled?

Myself am he;—seek none than me more dear.

Stranger, around me wouldst thou weave some snare?

Myself against myself would then contrive.

Wouldest thou mock at my calamity?

I at mine own should mock, mocked I at thine.

Art thou Orestes? Thou to whom I speak?

Myself thou seest, and discernest not;

Yet gazing on this lock of mourning hair,