_ T' inquire, if living, where thou bear'st thy griefs.
_Elec._ First then observe my thin and wasted state.
_Ores._ Wasted with grief, so that I pity thee.
_Elec._ Behold my head, its crisped honours shorn.
_Ores._ Mourning thy brother, or thy father dead?
_Elec._ What can be dearer to my soul than these?
_Ores._ Alas! What deem'st thou are thy brother's thoughts?
_Elec._ He, though far distant, is most dear to me.
_Ores._ Why here thy dwelling from the city far?
_Elec._ O, stranger, in base nuptials I am join'd--
_Ores._ I feel thy brother's grief!--To one of rank?
_Elec._ Not as my father once to place me hop'd--
_Ores._ That hearing I may tell thy brother, speak.
_Elec._ This is his house: in this I dwell remote.
_Ores._ This house some digger or some herdsman suits.
_Elec._ Generous, though poor, in reverence me he holds.
_Ores._ To thee what reverence doth thy husband pay?
_Elec._ He never hath presumed t' approach my bed.
The conversation is prolonged, bringing out for the benefit of the
Strangers and the Chorus the whole of Electra's troubles, and how her
father's blood is crying for vengeance.
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