CHRYSOTHEMIS.
Amazement fills my soul! Where is this man?
ELECTRA.
Within there, and our mother's welcome guest.
CHRYSOTHEMIS.
Thy words o'erwhelm me. Who, then, could have laid
Affection's offerings on our father's grave?
ELECTRA.
That some one brought them as memorials
Of dead Orestes, likeliest seems to me.
CHRYSOTHEMIS.
Unhappy that I am! And full of joy
I hastened with these tidings, ignorant
Of our dark fate. I left the cup of grief
Full, and I come to see it overflow.