ELECTRA (with sudden bitterness).
Stranger, I am a wife….
O better dead!
ORESTES.
That seals thy brother's doom!
What Prince of Argos…?
ELECTRA.
Not the man to whom
My father thought to give me.
ORESTES.
Speak; that I
May tell thy brother all.
ELECTRA.
'Tis there, hard by,
His dwelling, where I live, far from men's eyes.