Elec. Am I then deemed unworthy of the dead?
Ores. Of none unworthy. This is nought to thee.
Elec. Yet if I hold Orestes' body here . . . .
Ores. 'Tis not Orestes' save in show of speech.
Elec. Where, then, is that poor exile's sepulchre?
Ores. Nay, of the living there's no sepulchre.
Elec. What say'st thou, boy?1220
Ores. No falsehood what I say.
Elec. And does he live?
Ores. He lives, if I have life.
Elec. What? Art thou he?
Ores. Look thou upon this seal,
My father's once, and learn if I speak truth.
Elec. Ο blessed light!
Ores. Most blessed, I too own.
Elec. Ο voice! And art thou come?
Ores. No longer learn
Thy news from others.
Elec. And I have thee here,
Here in my grasp?
Ores. So may'st thou always have me!
Elec. Ο dearest friends, my fellow-citizens,
Look here on this Orestes, dead indeed
In feignèd craft, and by that feigning saved.
Chor. We see it, daughter; and at what has chanced1230
A tear of gladness trickles from our eyes.
Elec. Ο offspring, offspring of a form most dear,
Ye came, ye came at last,
Ye found us, yea, ye came,
Ye saw whom ye desired.
Ores. Yes, we are come. Yet wait and hold thy peace.
Elec. What now?
Ores. Silence is best, lest some one hear within.
Elec. Nay, nay. By Artemis,
