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Choephori.
Electra.
What have I won by favour of the gods?
Orestes.
Thou seest those for whom thou long hast prayed.
Electra.
How knowest thou for whom I raised the prayer?
Orestes.
I know Orestes in thy heart enshrined.
Electra.
And say wherein are now my prayers fulfilled? 210
Orestes.
Myself am he;—seek none than me more dear.
Electra.
Stranger, around me wouldst thou weave some snare?
Orestes.
Myself against myself would then contrive.
Electra.
Wouldest thou mock at my calamity?
Orestes.
I at mine own should mock, mocked I at thine.
Electra.
Art thou Orestes? Thou to whom I speak?
Orestes.
Myself thou seest, and discernest not;
Yet gazing on this lock of mourning hair,
