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Thou knowest, when Orestes was cast out

I was a child. If I did weave some clout

Of raiment, would he keep the vesture now

He wore in childhood? Should my weaving grow

As his limbs grew? 'Tis lost long since. No more!

O, either 'twas some stranger passed, and shore

His locks for very ruth before that tomb:

Or, if he found perchance, to seek his home,

Some spy

The strangers! Where are they? I fain

Would see them, aye, and bid them answer plain

Here at the door! How swift upon the thought!

High-born: albeit for that I trust them not.

The highest oft are false. Howe'er it be,

I bid the strangers hail!

All hail to thee,

Greybeard!—Prithee, what man of all the King

Trusted of old, is now this broken thing?

'Tis he that trained my father's boyhood.