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Enter Orestes, with Pylades and two attendants.
 Ladies, have we been directed aright, and are we on the right path to our goal? Chorus
 What do you seek? What desire brings you here? Orestes
I have long been searching for the home of Aegisthus. Chorus
Well, you have found it, and your guide is blameless. Orestes
Which of you, then, would tell those inside of the long-desired presence of us travelers? Chorus
 She will, if the nearest in kin should announce it. Orestes
Go, lady, enter and make it known that certain men of Phocis seek Aegisthus. Electra
Ah, miserable me! Surely you do not bring proof positive of that rumor which we heard? Orestes
 I know nothing of your “rumor”; but the aged Strophius ordered me to give report of Orestes. Electra
What is it, sir? Ah, how fear creeps over me! Orestes
We come bearing his scanty remains in a small urn, as you see. Electra
 Oh, the misery! Here, at last, my eyes look for certain, it seems, upon that grievous burden in your hand. Orestes
If your tears are for any of Orestes' tribulations, know that this vessel is his body's home. Electra
Ah, sir, if this urn indeed contains him, then allow me,  by the gods, to take it in my hands, so that I may weep and wail, not for these ashes alone, but for myself and for all our house with them! Orestes
To the attendants.
Take it and give it to her, whoever she may be. For she asks this for herself not as if with hostile intent,  but like one who is his friend, or a kinswoman by blood.The urn is placed in Electra's hands.
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