No More Learning

It swells upon the wind. --Come forth and hear!
Mistress, Electra!

ELECTRA, _a bare sword in her hand, comes from the house. _

ELECTRA.

Friends! Some news is brought?
How hath the battle ended?

LEADER.

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.