No More Learning

I know naught.
There seemed a cry as of men massacred!

ELECTRA.

I heard it too. Far off, but still I heard.

LEADER.

A distant floating voice . . . Ah, plainer now!

ELECTRA.

Of Argive anguish! --Brother, is it thou?

LEADER.

I know not.
Many confused voices cry. . .

ELECTRA.

Death, then for me! That answer bids me die.

LEADER.

Nay, wait! We know not yet thy fortune. Wait!

ELECTRA.

No messenger from him! --Too late, too late!

LEADER.

The message yet will come. 'Tis not a thing
So light of compass, to strike down a king.