Old Man: Put thy foot in the print of his shoe and mark whether it
correspond with thine, my child.
Electra: How should the foot make any impression on stony ground?
and if it did, the foot of brother and sister would not be the same
in size, for man's is the larger.
Old Man: Hast thou no mark, in case thy brother should come, whereby
to recognize the weaving of thy loom, the robe wherein I snatched
him from death that day?
Electra: Dost thou forget I was still a babe when Orestes left the
country? and even if I had woven him a robe, how should he, a mere
child then, be wearing the same now, unless our clothes and bodies
grow together?
Old Man: Where are these guests? I fain would question them face to
face about thy brother. (As he speaks, Orestes and Pylades come out
of the hut.)
Electra: There they are, in haste to leave the house.
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