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262 Therefore take me to this thy home, me who am as nothing, to thy nothingness, that I may dwell with thee henceforth below; for when thou wert on earth, we shared alike; and now I fain would die, that I may not be parted from thee in the grave. For I see that the dead have rest from pain.

. Bethink thee, Electra, thou art the child of mortal sire, and mortal was Orestes; therefore grieve not too much. This is a debt which all of us must pay.

. Alas, what shall I say? What words can serve me at this pass? I can restrain my lips no longer!

. What hath troubled thee? Why didst thou say that?

. Is this the form of the illustrious Electra that I behold?

. It is; and very grievous is her plight.

. Alas, then, for this miserable fortune!

. Surely, sir, thy lament is not for me?

. O form cruelly, godlessly misused!

. Those ill-omened words, sir, fit no one better than me.

. Alas for thy life, unwedded and all unblest!

. Why this steadfast gaze, stranger, and these laments?

. How ignorant was I, then, of mine own sorrows!

. By what that hath been said hast thou perceived this?

. By seeing thy sufferings, so many and so great.

. And yet thou seest but a few of my woes.