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264 . Do as I say, and never fear to do amiss.

. I conjure thee, rob me not of my chief treasure!

. Thou must not keep it.

. Ah woe is me for thee, Orestes, if I am not to give thee burial!

. Hush!—no such word!—Thou hast no right to lament.

. No right to lament for my dead brother?

. It is not meet for thee to speak of him thus.

. Am I so dishonoured of the dead?

. Dishonoured of none:—but this is not thy part.

. Yes, if these are the ashes of Orestes that I hold.

. They are not; a fiction clothed them with his name.

[He gently takes the urn from her.

. And where is that unhappy one's tomb?

. There is none; the living have no tomb.

. What sayest thou, boy? . Nothing that is not true.

. The man is alive? . If there be life in me.

. What? Art thou he? . Look at this signet, once our father's, and judge if I speak truth.

. O blissful day! . Blissful, in very deed!

. Is this thy voice? . Let no other voice reply.

. Do I hold thee in my arms?