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THE CHOËPHOROE
211–221

Orestes.

Thy prayer hath borne its fruit. Hereafter tell
The gods thy thanks, and may the end be well!


Electra.

What meanest thou? What hath God done for me?


Orestes.

Shown thee a face which thou hast longed to see.


Electra.

What face? What know'st thou of my secret heart?


Orestes.

Orestes'. For that name all fire thou art.


Electra.

If that be so, how am I near mine end?


Orestes.

Here am I, Sister. Seek no closer friend.


Electra.

Stranger! It is a plot thou lay'st for me!


Orestes.

Against mine own dear life that plot would be.


Electra.

Thou mock'st me! Thou would'st laugh to hear me moan!

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