ELECTRA
’Tis ill delaying in such case, and well
To make an end.
Orestes
How shall I fare within?
Aged Servant
Right well; to start with, thou art known to none.
Orestes
Thou hast reported, I presume, my death.
Aged Servant
They’ll speak of thee as though thou wert a shade.
Orestes
And are they glad thereat, or what say they?
Aged Servant
I’ll tell thee when the time is ripe: meanwhile
Whate’er they do, however ill, is well.
Electra
I pray thee, brother, tell me who is this?
Orestes
Dost thou not see?
Electra
I know not, nor can guess.
Orestes
Not know the man to whom thou gav’st me once?
Electra
What man? how mean’st thou?
Orestes
He that stole me hence,
Through thy foretliought, and safe to Phocis bore.
Electra
Can this be he who, when our sire was slain,
Faithful among the many false I found?
