_Tut._ But hath thy brother, should he come, no vest
Which thou wouldst know, the texture of thy hands,
In which when snatch'd from death he was array'd?
_Elec._ Know'st thou not, when my brother from this land
Was saved, I was but young? But were his vests
Wrought by my hands, then infant as he was,
How could he now in his maturer age
Be in the same array'd, unless his vests
Grew with his person's growth? No, at the tomb
Some stranger, touch'd with pity, sheared his locks,
Or native, by the tyrant's spies unmark'd.
_Tut._ Where are these strangers? I would see them: much
Touching thy brother wish I to inquire.
_Elec._ See, from the house with hast'ning step they come. {599}
_Re-enter Orestes and Pylades_: Conversation in which the aged Tutor
eyes him curiously all over, and declares he is Orestes--general
recognition and burst of joy.--Then they turn to vengeance, and in
stichomuthic dialogue lay their plans. Aegisthus, the Tutor says, is
to come to a neighboring field to celebrate a sacrifice; they lay a
plan for Orestes and Pylades to gain admission as travellers and kill
him in the moment of sacrifice.
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