Mad, that I see
Thy brother?
ELECTRA.
My … I know not what thou say'st:
I looked not for it…
OLD MAN.
I tell thee, here confessed
Standeth Orestes, Agamemnon's son!
ELECTRA.
A sign before I trust thee! O, but one!
How dost thou know…?
OLD MAN.
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).