--As for
rags they will find her the festal robes; and vows, instead of tears
may gain the goddess's help.--No god, says Electra, has an ear for the
wretched, and in wretched toil and obscure retreat her life is wasting
away.--_A sob from the concealed Orestes startles them, and they are
about to flee, when Orestes and Pylades discover themselves and
reassure them_. With difficulty he restrains his emotions throughout a
long conversation, personating a messenger from himself to Electra.
_Ores._ Bearing thy brother's words to thee I come. {251}
_Elec._ Most welcome: breathes he yet this vital air?
_Ores._ He lives: I first would speak what brings thee joy.
_Elec._ Oh be thou blest for these most grateful words!
_Ores._ To both in common this I give to share.
_Elec._ Where is th' unhappy outcast wand'ring now?
_Ores._ He wastes his life not subject to one state.
_Elec._ Finds he with toil what life each day requires?
_Ores._ Not so; but mean the wand'ring exile's state.
_Elec._ But with what message art thou from him charg'd?
_Ores.
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