Electra: Gods of our house! be ye with me- now at last!
Chrysothemis: Dost thou find any encouragement in this terror?
Electra: If thou wouldst tell me the vision, then I could answer.
Chrysothemis: Nay, I can tell but little of the story.
Electra: Tell what thou canst; a little word hath often marred, or
made, men's fortunes.
Chrysothemis: 'Tis said that she beheld our sire, restored to the
sunlight, at her side once more; then he took the sceptre,- Once his
own, but now borne by Aegisthus,- and planted it at the hearth; and
thence a fruitful bough sprang upward, wherewith the whole land of
Mycenae was overshadowed. Such was the tale that I heard told by one
who was present when she declared her dream to the Sun-god. More than
this I know not,- save that she sent me by reason of that fear. So
by the- gods of our house I beseech thee, hearken to me, and be not
ruined by folly! For if thou repel me now, thou wilt come back to
seek me in thy trouble.
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