ELECTRA
Orestes
Fear not, we shall.
Electra
Then speed thee on thy way.
Orestes
See, I am gone.
Electra
Leave what is here to me.
Chorus
’Twere not amiss to breathe some soft words in his ear,
That he may blindly rush into the lists of doom.
Aegisthus
Could any of you tell me where to find
The Phocian strangers who, I hear, have brought
News of Orestes midst the chariots wrecked?
Thee, thee I question, thee, in former days
So froward: it concerns thee most, methinks,
And thou, as best informed, canst tell me best.
Electra
I know for sure, else were I unconcerned
In what has happened to my nearest kin.
Aegisthus
Where then are these newcomers? Tell me straight.
Electra
Within; they’ve won their kindly hostess’ heart.
Aegisthus
Did they in very truth report his death?
Electra
They did; and more, they showed us the dead man.
Aegisthus
May I too view the body to make sure?
