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EURIPIDES

Old Man.

There, by his brow, I see
The scar he made, that day he ran with thee
Chasing thy fawn, and fell.


Electra (in a dull voice).

A scar? 'Tis so,
I see a scar.


Old Man.

And fearest still to throw
Thine arms round him thou lovest?


Electra.

O, no more!
Thy sign hath conquered me. . . . (throwing herself into Orestes' arms). At last, at last!
Thy face like light I And do I hold thee fast,
Unhoped for?


Orestes.

Yea, at last! And I hold thee.


Electra.

I never knew . . .


Orestes.

I dreamed not.


Electra.

Is it he,
Orestes?