They have the power from smallest seed to raise
The goodliest tree. But lo! a further proof[n18]—
Footsteps, a perfect print, that seem to bear
A brotherhood with mine! Nay, there are two—
This claimed by him, and that by some true friend
That shares his wanderings. See, the heel, the sole,
Thus measured with my own, prove that they were
Both fashioned in one mould. ’Tis very strange!
I’m racked with doubt, my wits are wandering.
Orestes.
(coming forward)