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Orestes.

That seals thy brother's doom!
What Prince of Argos . . . ?


Electra.

Not the man to whom
My father thought to give me.


Orestes.

Speak; that I
May tell thy brother all.


Electra.

'Tis there, hard by,
His dwelling, where I live, far from men's eyes.


Orestes.

Some ditcher's cot, or cowherd's, by its guise!


Electra (struck with shame for her ingratitude).

A poor man; but true-hearted, and to me
God-fearing.


Orestes.

How? What fear of God hath he?


Electra.

He hath never held my body to his own.


Orestes.

Hath he some vow to keep? Or is it done
To scorn thee?