[he goes to embrace her. she stands speechless.]
LEADER.
Stranger, forbear! No living man hath right
To touch that robe. The Goddess were defiled!
ORESTES.
O Sister mine, O my dead father's child,
Agamemnon's child; take me and have no fear,
Beyond all dreams 'tis I thy brother here.
IPHIGENIA.
My brother? Thou? … Peace! Mock at me no more.
Argos is bright with him and Nauplia's shore.
ORESTES.
Unhappy one! Thou hast no brother there.
IPHIGENIA.
Orestes … thou? Whom Clytemnestra bare?
ORESTES.
To Atreus' firstborn son, thy sire and mine.
IPHIGENIA.
Thou sayst it: Oh, give me some proof, some sign!
ORESTES.
What sign thou wilt. Ask anything from home.
IPHIGENIA.
Nay, thou speak: 'tis from thee the sign should come.