All thou hast said I did anticipate; What I proposed I knew thou wouldst reject. Alone, with my own hand, I'll do the deed; My resolution shall not come to naught. CHRYSOTHEMIS. What now thou art, would thou hadst been the day Thy father died: thou wouldst have ruled the hour. ELECTRA. In heart I was the same, but not in sense. CHRYSOTHEMIS. Strive still to keep the sense that then thou hadst. ELECTRA. Thy preaching shows I shall not have thy aid, CHRYSOTHEMIS. No, for the enterprise is desperate. ELECTRA. Thy sense I envy, but thy spirit scorn. CHRYSOTHEMIS. Thy blame or praise to me is all the same. ELECTRA. Praise from these lips thou needest never fear. CHRYSOTHEMIS. That will be seen hereafter: time is long. ELECTRA. Get thee away, in thee there is no help. CHRYSOTHEMIS. Help is in me, knowledge in thee is not. ELECTRA. Go, if thou wilt, and tell our mother all. CHRYSOTHEMIS. Hate if I must, not so far goes my hate. ELECTRA. It goes so far as to dishonour me. CHRYSOTHEMIS. Not to dishonour but to care for thee. ELECTRA. And is my justice to be led by thine? CHRYSOTHEMIS. Learn to be wise, and thou shalt lead us both. ELECTRA. 'Tis pity when good talkers go astray. CHRYSOTHEMIS. Thou hast exactly hit thy own disease. ELECTRA. What! have I not, then, justice on my side? CHRYSOTHEMIS. Justice itself may sometimes lead us wrong. ELECTRA. Let me not live where justice may be wrong. CHRYSOTHEMIS. Do it and thou wilt see that I was right. ELECTRA. Do it I will, and reckless of thy frown. CHRYSOTHEMIS. Thou wilt: and is no room for counsel left? ELECTRA. Base counsel is a thing my soul abhors. CHRYSOTHEMIS. It seems that we shall never be agreed. ELECTRA. Of that I was convinced a while ago. CHRYSOTHEMIS. I will begone: thy spirit will not brook My counsel, nor can I thy ways approve. ELECTRA. Go then, but never shall I follow thee, Entreat me as thou mayst, of that be sure: Fools only look for that which none can find. [Footnote: As no help or sympathy can be found in Chrysothemis.] CHRYSOTHEMIS. If thou dost seem unto thyself so wise Hug thine own wisdom, soon in danger's hour Thou wilt confess that I have counselled right. (_Exit_ CHRYSOTHEMIS.) * * * * * _THE RECOGNITION_. Orestes enters with the urn which, it is pretended, contains his ashes. His recognition ensues. LINES 1097-1231. ORESTES. Say, ladies, have we been informed aright, And has our journey led us to our mark? CHORUS. What is thy journey's mark? Whom dost thou seek? ORESTES. I fain would learn where King Aegisthus dwells. CHORUS. Thou hast not been misled, this is the place. ORESTES. Would one of you announce to those within. In courteous wise that strangers twain are here? CHORUS. That will this maid if kinship gives a claim. ORESTES. Go, lady, then, and tell them in the house That Phocian envoys for Aegisthus look. ELECTRA.