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[206-226] The Choephori 237
Like to my own, a corresponsive print;
And look, another footmark,—this his own,
And that the foot of one who walked with him.
Mark, how the heel and tendons' print combine,
Measured exact, with mine coincident!
Alas, for doubt and anguish rack my mind.
(ORESTES and PYLADES enter suddenly.)
ORESTES
Pray thou, in gratitude for prayers fulfilled,
Fair jail the rest of what I ask of heaven.
ELECTRA
Wherefore? what win I from the gods by prayer?
ORESTES
This, that thine eyes behold thy heart's desire.
ELECTRA
On whom of mortals know'st thou that I call?
ORESTES
I know thy yearning for Orestes deep.
ELECTRA
Say then, wherein event hath crowned my prayer?
ORESTES
I, I am he; seek not one more akin.
ELECTRA
Some fraud, O stranger, weavest thou for me?
ORESTES
Against myself I weave it, if I weave.
ELECTRA
Ah, thou hast mind to mock me in my woel
ORESTES
Tis at mine own I mock then, mocking thine.
ELECTRA
Speak I with thee then as Orestes' self?
ORESTES
My very face thou see'st and know'st me not,
And yet but now, when thou didst see the lock