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905—929] I took it in my hands, and uttered no ill-omened word, but the tears of joy straightway filled mine eyes. And I know well, as I knew then, that this fair tribute has come from none but him. Whose part else was that, save mine and thine? And I did it not, I know,—nor thou; how shouldst thou?—when thou canst not leave this house, even to worship the gods, but at thy peril. Nor, again, does our mother's heart incline to do such deeds, nor could she have so done without our knowledge.

No, these offerings are from Orestes! Come, dear sister, courage! No mortal life is attended by a changeless fortune. Ours was once gloomy; but this day, perchance, will seal the promise of much good.

. Alas for thy folly! How I have been pitying thee!

. What, are not my tidings welcome?

. Thou knowest not whither or into what dreams thou wanderest.

. Should I not know what mine own eyes have seen?

. He is dead, poor girl; and thy hopes in that deliverer are gone: look not to him.

. Woe, woe is me! From whom hast thou heard this?

. From the man who was present when he perished.

. And where is he? Wonder steals over my mind.

. He is within, a guest not unpleasing to our mother.