I bid the strangers hail!
ORESTES.
All hail to thee,
Greybeard!—Prithee, what man of all the King
Trusted of old, is now this broken thing?
ELECTRA.
'Tis he that trained my father's boyhood.
ORESTES.
How?
And stole from death thy brother? Sayest thou?
ELECTRA.
This man was his deliverer, if it be
Deliverance.