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Pray thine arms may hold

At last this treasure-dream of more than gold

God shows us!

God, I pray thee! Wouldst thou more?

Gaze now upon this man, and bow before

Thy dearest upon earth!

I gaze on thee!

O, hath time made thee mad?

Mad, that I see

Thy brother?

My I know not what thou say'st:

I looked not for it

I tell thee, here confessed

Standeth Orestes, Agamemnon's son!

A sign before I trust thee! O, but one!

How dost thou know ?