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EURIPIDES
Electra.
Nay; he only scorns to sin
Against my father's greatness.
Orestes.
But to win
A princess! Doth his heart not leap for pride?
Electra.
He honoureth not the hand that gave the bride.
Orestes.
I sec. He trembles for Orestes' wrath?
Electra.
Aye, that would move him. But beside, he hath
A gentle heart.
Orestes.
Strange! A good man. . . . I swear
He well shall be requited.
Electra.
Whensoe'er
Our wanderer comes again!
Orestes.
Thy mother stays
Unmoved 'mid all thy wrong?
Electra.
A lover weighs
More than a child in any woman's heart.
