Of all the things I crave,
The thousand things, or all that others have,
What should I pray for?
OLD MAN.
Pray thine arms may hold
At last this treasure-dream of more than gold
God shows us!
ELECTRA.
God, I pray thee!… Wouldst thou more?
OLD MAN.
Gaze now upon this man, and bow before
Thy dearest upon earth!
ELECTRA.
I gaze on thee!
O, hath time made thee mad?