ELECTRA.
By daring, as they dared who slew his sire!
ORESTES.
Wouldst thou dare with him, if he came, thou too,
To slay her?
ELECTRA.
Yes; with the same axe that slew
My father!
ORESTES.
'Tis thy message? And thy mood
Unchanging?
ELECTRA.
Let me shed my mother's blood,
And I die happy.