ELECTRA.
It reached thee,
My word that a man-child is born to me?
Do thou make offering for me—for the rite
I know not—as is meet on the tenth night.
I cannot; I have borne no child till now.
CLYTEMNESTRA.
Who tended thee? 'Tis she should make the vow.
ELECTRA.
None tended me. Alone I bare my child.
CLYTEMNESTRA
What, is thy cot so friendless? And this wild
So far from aid?
ELECTRA.
Who seeks for friendship sake
A beggar's house?