ELECTRA.

A sign before I trust thee! O, but one!
How dost thou know…?

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.

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