Or. Do as I say, and never fear to do amiss.
El. I conjure thee, rob me not of my chief treasure!
Or. Thou must not keep it.
El. Ah woe is me for thee, Orestes, if I am not to give thee burial!1210
Or. Hush!—no such word!—Thou hast no right to lament.
El. No right to lament for my dead brother?
Or. It is not meet for thee to speak of him thus.
El. Am I so dishonoured of the dead?
Or. Dishonoured of none:—but this is not thy part.
El. Yes, if these are the ashes of Orestes that I hold.
Or. They are not; a fiction clothed them with his name.
El. And where is that unhappy one's tomb?
Or. There is none; the living have no tomb.
El. What sayest thou, boy? Or. Nothing that is not true.1220
El. The man is alive? Or. If there be life in me.
El. What? Art thou he? Or. Look at this signet, once our father's, and judge if I speak truth.
El. O blissful day! Or. Blissful, in very deed!
El. Is this thy voice? Or. Let no other voice reply.
El. Do I hold thee in my arms?
