ORESTES.
How then can I set
My snare for wife and husband in one breath?
ELECTRA (coming forward).
Hold! It is I must work our mother's death.
ORESTES.
If that be done, I think the other deed
Fortune will guide.
ELECTRA.
This man must help our need,
One friend alone for both.
OLD MAN.
He will, he will!
Speak on. What cunning hast thou found to fill
Thy purpose?