It does not, save in name and in pretence.
ELECTRA.
Where, then, does my ill-starred Orestes lie?
ORESTES.
Nowhere; for he who lives can have no grave.
ELECTRA.
What dost thou say, young man?
ORESTES.
I tell thee truth.
It does not, save in name and in pretence.
Where, then, does my ill-starred Orestes lie?
Nowhere; for he who lives can have no grave.
What dost thou say, young man?
I tell thee truth.