Electra

                   That word let her but hear,

Straight she will seek me out!

OLD MAN.

                               The queen! What care

Hath she for thee, or pain of thine?

ELECTRA.

                                     She will;

And weep my babe's low station!

OLD MAN.

                                Thou hast skill

To know her, child; say on.

ELECTRA.

                            But bring her here,

Here to my hand; the rest will come.

OLD MAN.

                                     I swear,

Here at the gate she shall stand palpable!

ELECTRA.

The gate: the gate that leads to me and Hell.

OLD MAN.

Let me but see it, and I die content.

ELECTRA.

First, then, my brother: see his steps be bent…

OLD MAN.

Straight yonder, where Aegisthus makes his prayer!

ELECTRA.

Then seek my mother's presence, and declare

My news.

OLD MAN.

         Thy very words, child, as tho' spoke

From thine own lips!

ELECTRA.

                     Brother, thine hour is struck.

Thou standest in the van of war this day.

ORESTES (rousing himself).

Aye, I am ready…. I will go my way,

If but some man will guide me.