_Elec._ The monarch's tomb
Unhonoured, nor libations hath receiv'd,
Nor myrtle bough, no hallow'd ornament
Hath dignified the pyre. Inflamed with wine,
My mother's husband, the illustrious lord,
For so they call him, trampled on the earth
Insultingly where Agamemnon lies,
And hurling 'gainst his monument a stone,
Thus taunts us with proud scorn, "Where is thy son,
"Orestes where? right noble is thy tomb
"Protected by his presence." Thus he mocks
The absent; but, O stranger, tell him this
Suppliant I beg thee. {371}
_Enter unexpectedly the Peasant_. On hearing that these strangers are
messengers from Orestes, he instantly calls for refreshments to be
brought, and begs the stranger to delay no longer to enter the cottage:
poverty must be no excuse for not offering what hospitality he has.--A
burst of admiration is drawn from Orestes. {400}
_Ores._ Nature hath giv'n no outward mark to note
The generous mind; the qualities of men
To sense are indistinct.
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