You must not keep it.ElectraAh, what misery I will have because of you,Orestes, if I am robbed of your burial!OrestesHush! No ill-omened words! You have no right to grieve.ElectraHow is it not right for me to grieve for my dead brother?OrestesIt is not proper for you to speak of him as you do.ElectraAm I so without rights in the dead?OrestesYou are without rights in nothing; but this burial is not your concern.ElectraYes it is, if these are the remains of Orestes that I hold.OrestesThey are not his, except inasmuch as fiction alone contrives to make them so.He gently takes the urn from her. ElectraAnd where is that sufferer’s tomb?OrestesThere is none; the living have no tomb.ElectraWhat are you saying, boy?OrestesNothing that is untrue.ElectraThe man is alive?OrestesIf there is life in me.ElectraWhat? Are you he?OrestesLook at this signet, once our father’s, and know if I speak the truth.ElectraO blissful day!OrestesBlissful, I am your witness!