--_Clyt._
trembles between joy at deliverance from her suspense, and a touch of
motherly feeling; still she triumphs over the now hopeless Electra: for
him, what is is well.
_Elec._ Hear this, thou Power avenging him who died!
_Clyt._ Right well she heard, and what she heard hath wrought.
The Messenger is taken into the Palace, _Electra_ left to wail without,
with attempt of Chorus to condole (_lyric concerto_). {870}
_Enter from Tomb of Agamemnon Chrysothemis jubilant and bearing a lock
of hair of Orestes._
She eagerly insists that Orestes is come; shows the lock and describes
the libations that no other would pour on that tomb. Bit by bit
_Electra_ checks her joy, and informs her of the news. They mourn
together, till Electra breaks out with proposal, that since their
friends are snatched from them, and they two are left alone, they shall
themselves work their revenge; that will be the safest and will bring
glory: 'the sisters twain who saved their father's house.'--_Chor._
This requires consideration.--_Chry_. Will you never learn that you are
a woman and not a man? _Elec.
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