Electra: And whence couldst thou find help for my woes, whereof no
cure can be imagined?
Chrysothemis: Orestes is with us,- know this from my lips, in living
presence, as surely as thou seest me here.
Electra: What, art thou mad, poor girl? Art thou laughing at my sorrows,
and thine own?
Chrysothemis: Nay, by our father's hearth, I speak not in mockery;
I tell thee that he is with us indeed.
Electra: Ah, woe is me! And from whom hast thou heard this tale, which
thou believest so lightly?
Chrysothemis: I believe it on mine own knowledge, not on hearsay;
I have seen clear proofs.
Electra: What hast thou seen, poor girl, to warrant thy belief? Whither,
wonder hast thou turned thine eyes, that thou art fevered with this
baneful fire?
Chrysothemis: Then, for the gods' love, listen, that thou mayest know
my story, before deciding whether I am sane or foolish.
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