How his old eye pierceth me,
As one that testeth silver and alloy!
Sees he some likeness here?
ELECTRA.
Perchance 'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
ORESTES.
None dearer.—But what ails the man? He reels
Dizzily back.
ELECTRA.
I marvel. I can say
No more.
OLD MAN (in a broken voice).
Electra, mistress, daughter, pray!
Pray unto God!