The message yet will come. 'Tis not a thing
So light of compass, to strike down a king.
_Enter a_ MESSENGER, _running_.
MESSENGER.
Victory, Maids of Argos, Victory!
Orestes ... all that love him, list to me!...
Hath conquered!
Agamemnon's
murderer
lies
Dead!
O give thanks to God with happy cries!
ELECTRA.
Who art thou? I mistrust thee.... 'Tis a plot!
MESSENGER.
Thy brother's man. Look well. Dost know me not?
ELECTRA.
Friend, friend; my terror made me not to see
Thy visage. Now I know and welcome thee.
