ELECTRA
Chrysothemis
My hatred of thee does not reach so far.
Electra
Thou wouldst dishonour me; that much is sure.
Chrysothemis
Dishonour? No, I seek to save thine honour.
Electra
Am I to make thy rule of honour mine?
Chrysothemis
When thou art wise, then thou shalt guide us both.
Electra
Sound words; ’tis sad they are so misapplied.
Chrysothemis
Thou hittest well the blot that is thine own.
Electra
How? dost deny the plea I urge is just?
Chrysothemis
No; but e’en justice sometimes worketh harm.
Electra
I choose not to conform to such a rule.
Chrysothemis
Well, if thy purpose hold, thou’lt own me right.
Electra
It holds; I shall not swerve in awe of thee.
Chrysothemis
Is this thy last word? Wilt not be advised?
Electra
No, naught is loathlier than ill advice.
Chrysothemis
Thou seemest deaf to all that I can urge.
