ELECTRA
Orestes
It may not be.
Electra
Ah! woe for thee, Orestes, woe is me,
If I am not to give thee burial.
Orestes
Guard well thy lips; thou hast no right to mourn.
Electra
No right to mourn a brother who is dead!
Orestes
To speak of him in this wise is not meet.
Electra
What, am I so dishonoured of the dead?
Orestes
Of none dishonoured: this is not thy part.
Electra
Not if Orestes’ ashes here I hold?
Orestes
They are not his, though feigned to pass for his.
Electra
Where then is my unhappy brother’s grave?
Orestes
There is no grave; we bury not the quick.
Electra
What sayst thou, boy?
Orestes
Nothing that is not true.
Electra
He lives?
Orestes
As surely as I am alive.
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