In what? Within me leaps my heart for fear.
Electra.
Seest thou this lock of hair upon the tomb?
Chorus.
A man’s hair is it, or a low-zoned maid’s?[n16]
Electra.
Few points there are to hit. ’Tis light divining.
Chorus.
I am thine elder; yet I fain would reap
Instruction from young lips.