ELECTRA.
Thou know'st not what thou dost or where thou art.
CHRYSOTHEMIS.
Not know the thing which my own eyes beheld?
ELECTRA.
He's dead, poor foolish heart. These proofs of thine
Are good for nothing. Look for him no more.
CHRYSOTHEMIS.
Unhappy me; who was it told thee this?
ELECTRA.
One that was present when he met his end.