ELECTRA
I see upon the tomb a curl new shorn.
CHORUS
Shorn from what man or what deep-girded maid?
ELECTRA
That may he guess who will; the sign is plain.
CHORUS
Let me learn this of thee; let youth prompt age.
ELECTRA
None is there here but I, to clip such gift.
CHORUS
For they who thus should mourn him hate him sore.
ELECTRA
And lo! in truth the hair exceeding like—
CHORUS
Like to what locks and whose? instruct me that.
ELECTRA
Like unto those my father’s children wear.
CHORUS
Then is this lock Orestes’ secret gift?