What have I said to breathe this thought in thee?
ORESTES.
'Tis bred by sight of sorrow's effigy.
ELECTRA.
What thou dost see is of my griefs the least.
ORESTES.
What can be worse than what I now behold?
ELECTRA.
What can be worse? Life with the murderers.
ORESTES.
Murderers of whom? Thy tale of crime unfold.