OR. And [dost thou remember] a picture on the loom, the turning away of the sun?
IPH. I wove this image also in the fine-threaded web.
OR. And didst thou receive[[108]] a bath from thy mother, sent to Aulis?
IPH. I know it: for the wedding, though good, did not take away my recollection.[[109]]
OR. But what? [Dost thou remember] to have given thine hair to be carried to thy mother?
IPH. Ay, as a memorial for the tomb[[110]] in place of my body.
OR. But the proofs which I have myself beheld, these will I tell, viz. the ancient spear of Pelops in my father's house, which brandishing in his hand, he [Pelops] won Hippodameia, having slain Ænomaus, which is hidden in thy virgin chamber.
IPH. O dearest one, no more, for thou art dearest. I hold thee, Orestes, one darling son[[111]] far away from his father-land, from Argos, O thou dear one!
OR. And I [hold] thee that wast dead, as was supposed. But tears, yet tearless,[[112]] and groans together mingled with joy, bedew thine eyelids, and mine in like manner.
IPH. This one, this, yet a babe I left, young in the arms of the nurse, ay, young in our house. O thou more fortunate than my words[[113]] can tell, what shall I say? This matter has turned out beyond marvel or calculation.