They are well-born, but that may ring false; for many of the well-born are base. However; I give the guests welcome. Orestes Welcome, old man! To which of your friends, Electra, does this ancient remnant of a man belong? Electra This is the one who brought up my father, stranger. Orestes What are you saying? Is this the one who stole away your brother? Electra This is the one who saved him, if indeed he is still alive. Orestes Oh! Why does he look at me, as if he were examining the clear mark impressed on a silver coin? Is he comparing me to someone? Electra Perhaps he is glad to see in you a companion of Orestes. Orestes A beloved man, yes. But why is he circling all around me? Electra I too am amazed, looking at this, stranger. Old man O mistress, daughter Electra, pray to the gods. Electra For what thing, present or absent? Old man To have a beloved treasure, which the god is revealing. Electra See: I call on the gods. Or whatever do you mean, old man? Old man Look now at this man, my child, your dearest one. Electra I have been looking for a long time, to see whether you have lost your mind. Old man Lost my mind, because I see your brother? Electra What do you mean, old man, by this word, unhoped for? Old man That I see Orestes here, Agamemnon’s son. Electra What mark do you see, by which I shall be persuaded? Old man A scar along his brow, where he fell and drew blood one day in his father’s home when chasing a fawn with you. Electra What are you saying? I see the sign of the fall. Old man Then do you hesitate to embrace your dearest one? Electra Not any longer, old man; for my heart is persuaded by your tokens. O you who have appeared at last, I hold you, beyond all hope. Orestes And you are held by me at last. Electra I never expected it. Orestes Nor did I hope. Electra Are you that one? Orestes Yes, your one ally. If I draw back the cast of the net I am aiming for—but I have confidence; or else we must no longer believe in gods, if wrong is to be victorious over right. Chorus You have come, you have come, oh, long-delayed day, you have lighted up, you have made visible a beacon to the city, who in long ago exile went forth from his father’s house, unhappily wandering. A god, now, a god brings our victory, my dear. Lift up your hands, lift up your words, send prayers to the gods for your brother with fortune, with fortune,