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How?

And stole from death thy brother? Sayest thou?

This man was his deliverer, if it be

Deliverance.

How his old eye pierceth me,

As one that testeth silver and alloy!

Sees he some likeness here?

Perchance 'tis joy,

To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.

None dearer.—But what ails the man? He reels

Dizzily back.

I marvel. I can say

No more.

Electra, mistress, daughter, pray!

Pray unto God!

Of all things I crave,

The thousand things, or all that others have,

What should I pray for?