ORESTES.
Strange! A good man…. I swear
He well shall be requited.
ELECTRA.
Whensoe'er
Our wanderer comes again!
ORESTES.
Thy mother stays
Unmoved 'mid all thy wrong?
ELECTRA.
A lover weighs
More than a child in any woman's heart.
ORESTES.
But what end seeks Aegisthus, by such art
Of shame?